There is a great battle that rages inside me.
One side is the soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for is good, true and beautiful,
and it soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valleys,
it lays its eggs on the mountain tops.
The other side of me is the howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf represents the worst that’s in me.
He eats upon my downfalls and justifies is presence in the pack.
Who wins this great battle?
The one I feed…
A good friend shared this poem with me more than 10 years ago. I find it most meaningful as it describes the struggle within me on many occasions. I read it whenever I find myself losing the focus & balance, ever thankful to my friend who had been there to encourage me when I need a word of comfort. Yet this is the one friend who chose to feed the wolf & gave up his marriage & family for a new found love. Now when I read this poem, I have mixed feelings. Why he chose the wolf instead of the eagle when he knows fully well the impact on his life & the people around him, I do not know. I just know that I have to be alert least I fall because the wolf is ever ready to prey on those who are in doubt…