In humility I admit my faults and release the blame I have warn like scars, holding back life. These hurts were like trophies parading on my chest, weighted shame blinding Love's name. Lending more merit to grief than joy I let my pride speak for me, replacing my real guide toward something greater than my battle wounds, with fear.
Tonight, the image of a flag ensured in me the will I forgot I posses. A banner bridging what has come to an end, in my own failing humanity, with the key to more than second chances. A symbol of Grace. Waved high beyond all cost, in a sky where freedom is sought, from the chains that bind me to hope deferred and what is lost.
The flight of this freedom flag draws tears to the surface of my hearts crust, softening the path of the mountains I have been empowered to climb, watering the wasteland and equipping me with power to move such obstacles with might and mercy. I am not fully there yet in reaching the potential I carry to make a difference for more than good, for Love's sake. I believe I am only just beginning to see the capability I am granted in the choices I do or do not make. The responsibility to change.
Braving the scoring of all rough edges, which wrap around my heart like scars, as shame and pride are welcomed to camp and steel portions of my ownership of what is noble and pure within. I open my fist and release the vice grip of pain as I reach out and surrender all that attempts label me as "captive". In this act I learn to cherish the invitation of flag bearer, bidding lingering doubt to fall down with the piercing crack of wind, as life takes flight again.
