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The Eagle Who Thought He Was A Chicken

I once thought I was a chicken and after the worms I would peck
Day after day the morning would rise, another meal I would get
Going along with those around me, eating that which would suffice
Never knowing who I truly was, never knowing the real Sacrifice

You see, I was really born an eagle but raised by a mother hen
Trying to get along with the world I was given, but never actually fitting in.
Birds of the air would come tell me, that I was meant to fly with them
But I didn't believe them, I couldn't believe, all I could see was the dirt I was in

"I'm a ground bird" I'd tell them, "I'm meant to cluck and scratch"
I should stay here at the bottom, where I'm safe and can not crash
Another day would go by, another early worm I caught
But I grew bigger and bigger... I was changing alot
I started getting mocked and laughed at, for not looking the same
I just wanted to belong, but instead was filled with shame

It was in my despair and sorrow, is when I looked up to the sky
I saw an adult eagle bird with his wings spread and soaring high
"Bird of the air" I called to Him, "come show me what you know
I'm ready to hear this news you tell me, to new places I'm ready to go
If I'm really not a chicken, then place me on your back
Let me stand on your shoulders to reach where you are..... lead me down your path"

The eagle put me on his back, higher and higher we went
But I started feeling nauseous, I never gone to this extent
And then he tipped me over and to the Earth I started to fall
"I knew I was a ground bird!", I thought, "I knew I wasn't meant to fly at all!!"
Closer and closer to the ground I drew....
Being a chicken was all that I knew

Until I heard a still small voice inside me say," My child, it's time to rise,"
"Spread your wings wide open, it's not your time to die"
As I listened and followed, I stretched my wings as far as they could go
The wind picked me up and carried me...."I am an eagle!.. whatta ya know!!!"
I soared through the sky, reaching places I had never been
And all I had to do was let go of my fear..... of leaving that mother hen
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Submitted by jenniferdziema on May 09, 2021

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Jennifer Dziema

... been writing since I was 12... usually about my battles and triumphs..I'm now 36... pain and inspiration is my underlining theme, thx for letting me share.. hope all enjoy more…

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