To the telling of the truth, to stories still untold
To the uneasiness of honesty, letting truths slowly unfold
To the man behind the curtain, manipulating strings
The ties have since been cut, I’m no longer your plaything
To my voice to loud to stifle, you failed to shut it down
For a bully plays a small man’s game, and no one takes this crown
To the puppets in your masterpiece, who mimic how I teach
Character is thinly veiled when you don’t practice what you preach
To those who stood and cheered, kicked when I was down
Well, I’m the one still standing while you tumble to the ground
To the stillness in my practice, that saw me through the storm
Embracing transformation over pressure to conform
To the grace in waiting patiently for time to heal all wounds
Forgiveness never guaranteed, so best to not assume
To the power of a purpose, teaching truth and not the trends
A harder path to follow when means matter more than ends
To outcomes not expected, misfortunes turned to gifts
They led me to this home I built, old dramas are not missed
This story mine to tell
The ending up to me
To bridges burned, lessons learned,
and serendipity
