Her Trail of Tears She Leaves Behind

"The perfect man? A poet on a motorcycle."

Riding free

Not once looking back

Now moving forward

With such ferocity

The rumbling roar of the pipes

Drowning out those words in her head

Leaving behind that life full of dread

Behind her,

She leaves her trail of tears

Along with long-forgotten fears

The road of life ahead does lure

Against her, the wind buffets, pounding her soul

Responding, the bike, to her body’s every move

Alone with her thoughts

Never having to defend

The warm sun kissing her face

Brings a smile

And she is content to just ride for awhile

Behind her,

She leaves her trail of tears

Along with long-forgotten fears

The road of life ahead does lure

Now shifting gears on the open road

And in life, smelling the world she travels through

While sitting on her steel horse

To the top of the hill with senses in full delight

Then down again, adrenaline flowing

Such an experience of motion through fresh air

Passion fills her heart, which is now without a care

Behind her,

She leaves her trail of tears

Along with long-forgotten fears

The road of life ahead does lure

Leaning into twisty corners

While riding, she is awake and aware

Her mind and heart now free

From the prison made by man

On this glorious morn

Tasting the ocean’s cool, salty spray

Now looking forward to each new day

Behind her,

She leaves her trail of tears

Along with long-forgotten fears

The road of life ahead does lure

Alongside lazy rivers she floats

While wild animals stare

Passing fields of green pleasure

Intense is the wind

Into which she drives madly

Now wet with the scent of fresh fallen rain

She feels cleansed from all of past’s pain

Behind her,

She leaves her trail of tears

Along with long-forgotten fears

The road of life ahead does lure

© Copyright Faith Reaper, June 8, 2013 (All rights reserved)

My sister rode in the Trail of Tears several years ago, which was an unforgettable experience.

According to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, the Annual Trail of Tears Motorcycle Ride began in 1994 by Bill Cason to mark one of the trails used during the 1838 removal of Native Americans from their homelands in the Southeast to Oklahoma. The ride started at Ross’s Landing in Chattanooga, TN with eight riders and ended with 100 riders in at ride's end. TOTRAI's ride has now grown to over 150,000 riders, making it the largest organized motorcycle ride in the world.

For more information go to: en.wikipedia.org.wiki/Trail_of_Tears

"Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul."

"The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome."

"Midnight bugs taste best."

"Whatever it is, it's better in the wind."

"Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly."

"Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window."

According to the National Traffic Safety Administration, in 2011, 4,612 motorcyclists were killed in motor vehicle traffic crashes—an increase of 2 percent from the 4,518 motorcyclists killed in 2010. There were 81,000 motorcyclists injured during 2011, a slight decrease from 82,000 in 2010.

According to insurance claims, the most dangerous day of the year to ride a motorcycle is April 5th.

"What do you call a cyclist who doesn't wear a helmet? An organ donor."

Since my sister set out on her new journey in this life, never looking back, I have been so inspired by her strength and courage.

She has been looking forward to a much brighter and happier future.

Each day she sets out and takes the steps towards that future by getting herself healthier in mind, body and spirit. She is seeking out her passion in this life.

She has inspired both my husband and I to eat healthier, and one day I may share one of her amazing recipes here.

In the field in which my sister seeks to get into, there is a requirement of physical agility/ability.

Back in January, when she first came to visit with us, she could not even do one push-up, but now is able to do over 25!!! She can now run a mile and a half in 13 minutes. She is so fit now, both physically and mentally, there is nothing she cannot accomplish.

Go ahead, my lovely sister, and spread your wings and soar like that eagle! I love you. You are beautiful.

I dedicate this hub to my lovely sister.

© Copyright Faith Reaper, June 8, 2013 (All rights reserved)

" . . . but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."