The Soaring Eagle

I must just walk through.  I am having past events bringing a paralysis to my mind and spirit.  It moves through and then my body follows.  There are groupings that bring a shift to my entire aura.  I have little to say, and it does not go away.  Eagles soar above me, but a little black bird keeps bombarding the magnificent being.  I am inspired by the eagle's spirit to continue to try to fly with its wings outstretched.  I prepare to fly myself this week.  I journey on and find little pots of gold, for my mind, along the way.  I am getting stronger, even if my mood is low.  It became time to ring the bell, and now I wish to sleep heavy tonight.  I try to stay calm as the waves of Waikiki come to visit me.