The Inner Eagle

She came across a poem that she wrote many years ago. It went something like this:

The eagle looked at me
With a scoul on his face
Lowered his brow
And denied his grace
And said, "Girl, you're much too shallow to soar above these hills"

And I said, "But Mr. Eagle, I can get that from a pill"
He laughed as he spotted a rabbit down below
"That would normally be my dinner," he said, "but I know we must go"

His claws grasped my hair
And brought me to a place - I don't really know where
"Light a fire" he yelled
So I took out my matches
He laughed once again and said, "You do not need matches dear - think clear - and you will see your flames within."

So I closed my eyes and listened to the breeze
I suddenly warmed within
I looked around and yelled, "Mr. Eagle! You didn't see my flames!"
"I didn't need to" I heard inside my head
"I am yourself - I felt them too my friend"