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.
