Friday, April 24, 2015

I Wish I was a Turtle

I wish I was a Turtle

By Rachel S.
I wish I was a turtle.
Who could live in the same shell forever.
“Who needs to see me!” a turtle would say.
“I live in a shell! I don’t even exist.”

Turtles have all the luck.
They have something to hide under.
And when they hide its okay.
Because turtles where just born to hide.

When turtles hide,
It’s normal for turtles.
It’s just what they do.

Turtles always think happy thoughts.
“Oh my!” they think.
“Bubbles and rainbows. Perhaps a bit of lettuce”
That’s all they can think about.

When I hide it looks funny…
 Not at all like when turtles hide.
And I never think about lettuce.
(That’s just weird.)

I wish I could live under a shell.
I wish I could hide whenever I wanted to.
Life would just be easier that way.

But I wasn’t created a turtle.
Which is so sad, I know.
I was made a human.
And that’s all. Just a human…

You see, I can’t hide.
Which must make me a warrior.
Because warriors can’t hide.
They have to always stand strong.

A good warrior knows how to conquer the world.
How to be strong and courageous
How to lead, and doesn’t know how to fear.

And I’m not a warrior.
And I don’t think I’m a turtle
That must make me something else.
(So profound. I know.)

Perhaps I’m a princess.
Or maybe a philosopher.
Maybe a poet…
No. Not that at all.

And then an identity crisis sets in.
I’m not strong like a warrior, nor gracefully like a princess…
Then what am I?

Perhaps then I am a learning adventurer.
Perhaps then I am child of the King.
Perhaps then I am a peculiar treasure of God.
Yes… yes… that’s what I am.

Not a turtle
(Because God didn’t make me one of those.)
But someone who can lift up their eyes up to the Creator of the world.
Someone who can believe that they were created for a purpose.

Because that’s me.
Maybe not a strong and mighty warrior yet,
But defiantly created for a purpose.
And defiantly not a turtle.


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