Rocks
You were my rock,
the source of my strength
or so I thought.
I turned to you in my need,
and found my self falling.
I looked to the sky and cried out loud.
"How could this be?"
As the tears fell,
I felt myself grasping at air.
What would keep me going, what would I hold onto?
All that I had, all that I knew, all that I
clung to seemed to slip away.
Then... just before I hit the rocks below,
I realized what you had given me.
It was not a crutch to hold on to.
You were not my rock to cling to.
What you gave me was inside.
At that moment, I rose above,
stepped off the rocks and flew-
phenomenally. Soaring like an Eagle.
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