This weight in me would not have me dance,
Yet I must dance to be free.
I must lift and lift this heaviness
To be light again.
I will gather every fallen feather to repair my wings,
Sing uneven words to find my voice
Undo every firm decision, to make my path.
Instead of ravening, I will fast.
A horse will lift me like a blossoming wave,
A circle of energy in the curbing reins,
And every effort will feed my growing power,
Contained and simple as an opening flower.