I Am An Eagle

I Am An Eagle

I am an Eagle. Look up. See me soaring the currents

Effortlessly over peaceful valleys and plains

I look down from a high perch observing

Crowded highways and frayed nerves

A homeless woman sitting on a park bench

Beside her, a shopping cart holding all her earthly possessions

Her stare not broken by the sound of sirens and chase on the street.

My place was once among this refuse. I bear scars amassed this road

Then one day the crushing weight broke me, I cried aloud to die

Desperate, I leaped. Fastening only to faith yet undeveloped

Trusting (scared by trusting) I would climb

I now can watch the sky fill with blackness build into a storm

I sit still. Turning my head one way and then the other

until the full gust of wind blows against my breast

Then I swing into the storm before me, not afraid of the pitch and toss

My spiritual wings carry me upward, lifting me to higher realms

I can fly!