I will not be a slave to fear. I am brave.
I will not be a slave to oppression. I am free.
I will file the bars down with my callused hands, for freedom.
I will stand tall in a world that tells me to bow down, for bravery
This body has been raised up, to fight
this mind cracked wide open, to see
and this heart destroyed, to love as freely as a song bird sings
I have returned, not with vengeance but with strength
and determination. I may slow down, but I will not quit.
I may rest but I will always open my eyes with a renewed spirit
ready to run the race toward victory
This is what it means to to me to be alive.
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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