Eagles Wings Poem by Berta Vieira

My walk up the mountain is intense,
Yet, I continue to climb

The storms rage their fury upon me
I long for your wings to surround me.
At times I falter,
falling exhausted unable to carry on
I long for you to come to me
with your eagle wings to carry me

I climb higher my strength a dying fire
I look up unsure if you I'll find
In the distance I see a shadow
It is cold and unfriendly
You I no longer know

The storms bring the rain
My heart aches with the pain
I look for the wings that once brought me shelter
I remain alone
The future unknown