I cannot see what lies in front
the hill I march upon is steep
(though not the sheer before)
All I know:
I've moved ahead a square
upon the Great Lord's board
A new rope is on my shoulder
Another stripe of gold

and again your warm arms
lift me up
Though I was cast upon the wintry ground
My bones cried out
and my miserable tears poured down
Again
Your warm arms
lift me up

I laugh at those who are frightened or disgusted
as harmless snakes do slither past
But I have fears of a different kind of serpent
So few in the world suffer snake bites,
even less have injuries that last,
And I count myself in the number markless
But still I shuddered as curved shadows cast,
a spell of paralyzing fear,
As harmless humans did walk past

it's words I feared the most
though perhaps I'd rather face beration
than the teeth of hungry dogs
When dogs bark, I calmly bark them back
But with humans I'd sooner run away

I'm learning to not fear
as confidence builds
And I see my power crystal clear