Here's a poem I wrote last week. I was inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson's essay called Fate, and some surgery I had.
Tracking the Eagle
Tip-toeing forth from a hazy day
that bristled with pain and fear
Fuzzy fronds float away
leaving trails of compassion and cheer
Capable confidence, true concern
sprinkled with tinklings of love
Through the mist, I follow the tern
to the other side there-of
New pieces of music flow through to my soul
soothing the warrior within
A balm of hope claims a leading role
as defiance juts out my chin
I am ready to stand tall again.
