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.