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A girl once walked, with shoulders hunched

And every step a chore

Her eyes so dull, her mouth turned down

Each day a living war.

The load she carried on her back

Was heavy, ragged, old

The sweat poured from her effort

But her heart was turning cold.

She no longer could remember

How this pack she had acquired

All she knew was she was weak

And so very, very tired.

One day along the rocky trail

The burden took its toll

She tripped beneath its pressing weight

No longer in control.

Her pack lay sprawled across the ground

Its contents all exposed

Each ugly, weighty, ancient piece

That had left her indisposed.

She lifted up the first offense

A dingy shade of gray

It smelled of must and yesteryear

And looked a lot like SHAME.

The next was black and full of holes

The stench brought her to tears

Its form was too familiar

And resembled veteran FEARS.

Other things had fallen out

Like PRIDE and STUBBORN WILL

Their scents gave her an aftertaste

Like two nasty, putrid pills.

As she sat among the mess

Her burdens on the ground

She realized what ’til now she’d not

In that rubble all around.

Her vain attempt at carrying

A load so heavy, failed.

The weight had crushed her, brought her down

And left her life derailed.

But in the fall, a glorious thing –

She lost her grip that day

The tumble led to letting go

Burdens dropping on the way.

She had the choice to pick them up

Or leave them where they fell

To refill her pack and put it on

Or send it back to hell.

As she stood, the choice was clear

She’d never felt so light

Where once was weight, there now were wings

For the first time, she took flight!

Her eyes no longer filled with tears

Could take in all things new

She soured above those scattered weights

And saw heaven from this view.

She was not meant for heavy feet

This girl was born to fly

Alive and free, with “eagle’s wings”

Into the endless sky….

Isaiah 40:31 – But those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grown weary, they will walk and not be faint.

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