Taking the high road is a difficult option when emotions rule my heart, but it is possible.
I remind myself that it isn’t really the end, but the beginning.
This time I want to take the high road.
I ask myself, “how do I want this life to end?”
Universe, show me the path of the high road.
What I began with misguided good intentions is not a ball and chain.
I heard there was freedom on the high road.
Yes, it hurts and yes, I did damage.
How can I take the high road when I am burdened with the weight?
Is this some kind of circle? Haven’t I been here before?
That cannot be, because the last time I did not take the high road.
I am saddened that my contribution was no more effective.
I am joyful that at least there is a choice of the high road.
Just keep walking, I say to myself, just keep walking.
For the high road does have steps to climb and some are mighty steep.
Dr. King said I didn’t have to see the top of the staircase to take the next step.
And I remember him, and how I saw him on the high road.
So I am reminded to be inspired instead of defeated.
I look up instead of down and I peer inside instead of out
For the road I take is not high or low, but within
It’s not about answers, but possibilities
It’s not about old, but new
I whistle and I sing again
It’s not a high road after all
It’s an unplayed Symphony
The Harmonic Chorus of singing in the key of life
No blame, no shame
Just being! Just being who I am.