Facing Giants

I’m enamored by the fear
It’s what brings me close to here, to the place
where I can’t recognize my face but
am able to sustain that
I can feel

something

And when the time draws nigh
for me to stand straight, eye to eye
with the imp whose caused
my cowardice
My lack of strength broadens
and puffs up my chest

with air

Easily deflated but I fake it till I
make it because where I stand, eyes aglow,
fist clenched hands
I will show no mercy, my reflection
not myself so I can be whomever I choose
And that choice supplies a
confidence that I

am strong

Or not, because after all its fight or flight,
and with all wrongs there are all rights,
but it takes might to admit that I am weak
yet in the face of confrontation, I’ve placed myself
inside my fear, perfectly not myself but
everything in me and that has been
because of that

I win

William

Little William
He carried his hero everywhere
to protect him from the things he didn’t know
and the things that he did
His bones grew weary in both
strength and height from the countless
times he crouched to hide from the monsters
within his home
His hero, stuffed in his back pocket,
granted him invisibility most times
For if they were to find him, they would leave him black and blue again
And he just didn’t have the time to be in pain
he didn’t have time to be afraid
not anymore
because little William had a plan
with his hero in hand,
he was going to settle the score