For those who are taking on the challenge from my post on Monday, here is a poem I have posted before, but never gets old to me!!!! There is a great battle that rages inside me. One side is the soaring eagle. Everything the eagle stands for is good and true and beautiful, and it soars above the clouds. Even though it dips down into the valleys, it lays its eggs on the mountaintops. The other side of me is the howling wolf. And the raging, howling wolf represents the worst that’s in me. He eats upon my downfalls and justifies himself by his presence in the pack. Who wins this great battle? The one I feed. Author Unknown This is a poem I keep in sight, because it is a challenge that never ends.