10 Ft Tall

A cup of cold water,

Or remembering someone’s name;

It’s as frustrating as training the muscle

Under your eye.

It’s so slight, such a small movement.

I’d rather curl a 50 lb dumb bell with my bicep

Or push a boulder up a mountain.

Still, I like to imagine that every instance in which I choose to stay silent while my name is slandered,

Choose to apologize when the words feel like bile with sharp edges,

Choose to stop what I’m doing to hug my daughter when she asks for an embrace,

Choose grace over grudges,

Goodness over cheapness,

Truth over comfort,

Intentionality over passivity,

Or pain over numbness,

That I’m sharpening my sword.

I grow faster,

get stronger,

More stealthy,

Quick, and confident.

I’m mastering the art,

Honing my skill.

I become lethal.

Some day, I’ll stand on the battle field,

Undaunted,

Unphased,

A terror to the darkness,

Standing 10 feet tall.