6.23.2023 - Giants

6.23.2023
Giants

The lies we hold define us.
Where are my borders,
But at the edges of my eyes?
Where are my limits,
But at the ends of my arms?
We march to war as heroes,
Full in our chests of victories assured,
Unable to see the sword,
Ever hovering above our heads.
We are blind to the stones,
Poised to turn under our feet.
We are deaf to the warnings,
That wail in our shadows.
Through our tears, we smile,
And believe our eyes are dry.
Choking on the dust of our failures,
We believe our voices carry far.
If we stand tall as giants,
No one will notice,
As we search for the hearts of heroes,
Buried in our chests.
We are never the giants,
We are the emptiness.
We are never the hero,
We are the robbed carried away in the night.
We turn our gaze inward,
And tell each other we are beautiful.
Look at the wet sand behind our steps,
Hold your hand in the prints,
And marvel,
In awe,
That we are so very small.