I am a warhorse marching down to war.
(I fight a battle for my own spirit.)
I hold my head up, unafraid and proud.
(Fear and shame have no place on the battleground.)

I fight a good fight. My mighty chest
Expands full of crisp air, my lungs, my breath
Intuit the freedom, the change of direction
My heart can take, after I've won.
There will be peace beyond the horizon.
Green pastures await my soul
Just through the other side
Of the triumphant arching gate.
Victory shall be mine.

-jenn