Soar Like a Raven - A Poem

When a storm rears up with rage
you don’t see the Raven taking cover,
instead she rides the winds like a wise old sage
who knows better than to seek shelter in which to hover.
She faces the storm with her head held high
and harnesses its winds to fly.
 
She doesn’t let the wind take her down
but uses it to lift and propel her
up towards the clouds, high above the ground.
There she soars
with wings spread wide
though the winds rage and the rain pours,
she takes it all in stride.
 
So I will soar like a Raven,
and navigate this storm
with the skills of a maven
as the clouds take form,
I will face it without fright,
though the skies seem black
I will find the light,
And I. Will. Soar.

                                                                           by Liz Austin 2019