In the End

Even without my eye on the prize,
I won by becoming new.
I wrote in the pubs and even in church
and found a new meaning for true.

Throwing away any baggage I had,
I lost my fear to write.
I became the person I longed to be
and was born with a brand new sight.

Having no idea what was to come,
able now to call myself home.
I didn't have my eye on the prize,
though it was mine to call my own.

From Poet's Crossing