Deer Wisdom

My eyes blink from the well of teardrops.

I haven’t been here in so long.

I knocked myself off the pedestal;

I willingly bolted off the cliff.

I’m standing alone in my prairie,

Only wind and my heart guide me.

The sages stand silent, observing.

“You have it in yourself,” they say.

I have reached this far in my journey.

There are many paths in the corn fields;

Retreat to the trees or gallop across the road.

The deer feet carry me to shelter.

I must rest awhile, gather the strips of wisdom.

I feel naked and unstable, but like the fawn

I must quickly stand up again or hide in the shadows.

My soul reappears, and I now know the ways.


© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

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