WHAT I SEEK
I have my quill sharpened
My scrolls ready once again
I’m running this long writing race
Not to win, but to find my place
I seek to grow in every line
To learn & to stumble & to refine
To share & to lift & to do my part
To speak some truth from the heart.
It’s a long road & that I know
But with each step I slowly grow
And I’ve learned that not every race is won
Some are just meant to show who we’ve become
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