I wave a red flag of courage. A mind open to trying new things, big and small, even when surrounded by voices of doubt and discouragement. Breaking down barriers is not new but it is unpopular.
I wave a blue flag of humility, waving my wings proudly above the prickly fray of mediocracy. I hold on despite the graffiti laden images sprinkled about displaying Stop and Caution signs when all I want to do is Go forward and upward.
I wave a red, black and green flag of honor. Proud to be in this black skin displaying my age, sun spots, crow's feet and graying crown. Flattery will get you everywhere with me, especially if it is served warm with words like; overcome, dedication, and unbendable. Topped with words like beautiful, ageless, and spirited.
I wave a crimson flag of blood, sweat and tears undeterred though appearing at times dingy, torn, and tattered.
I wave a purple flag of servitude to the Almighty. I sway back and forth with hymns of HIM in my heart, bible verses on my lips and jubilation for my many gifts of life, self-sufficiency, health and happiness. I dance with the joy of knowing I am chosen.
I wave my flags high into the sky never allowing not one of them to touch the ground beneath me. I might slow down in cool breezes. I might even sag under the scorch of direct sunlight. Yet I have the tremendous resolve of those noble ones who flew before me. I have their stories etched in my proud heart. I fly my flags on poles that they erected knowing that I was coming one day to appear in their future.
I fly six flags my way with purpose. With the purpose that those that follow will fly even higher while adding more rungs to the post.