We are too often in life our own jailers,
Our thoughts and fears; lock and key.
We keep our souls in confinement
When we really just want be free.
With concern that our ideas are counter
To what the majority hold
We keep still or nod in agreement
For speaking up for ourselves is too bold.
We wonder how others perceive us
And we make that worry our guide.
Lacking confidence in our own worth,
We keep seeking our true self to hide.
In order to truly have freedom
No matter what trials ensue.
We must quit the quest for vain glory
And to our convictions be true.
by Janet Muirhead Hill
Author of the Miranda and Stalight books about a girl and the horse she loves. Enjoy the ride.