I awake, and heavy is my heart,
In the blue chair I sit, staring out of the window,
Straight into the darkness,
Inside or out, I cannot tell the difference.
A heavy heart.
Thinking of all the things I should and should not have done,
The things I need to do, that weigh, that ache, that whisper deep inside and won’t let go.
Then, I saw it.
My creation,
Pulled from the depths of my emotion and imagination,
Sparked to life,
My picture.
Inside or out, I cannot tell the difference,
The boy and the giant,
The staff and the sword,
The stone and the spear,
The sling and the javelin,
The impossible versus the done,
David and his Goliath.
The giant, staring down,
The boy, focused and determined,
Knowing, that by all means, this giant, his giant, will indeed come, tumbling, down.
Zephaniah 