Sleeping Giant Poem by Claire Ann Sansolis

Beyond the face I see something else
It’s a rare asset that remains undiscovered
I saw a giant just sleeping contently
Completely unaware of his own majesty

The giant is way brilliant than the rest of the crowd
His soul is wounded, beaten and torn apart
He tied his own shackles, bound his own heart
Lived like a regular soul, lost in a great crowd

There in the crowd, I saw you stare at me
I recognized something special, it’s your nobility
You spoke awkwardly and apologetically
You have been with the crowd too long
And lost your very own identity

I knew my assignment is to set free the giant
Rediscover his strength, and face his past
Slowly but surely the giant is recognizing himself
He is seeing his difference from the rest of his world

I want to bring him to the land of His Royal Highness
So He can remove the scales away from the giant’s eyes
For now I am nursing and caring for the giant
Until he is ready to own who he is
and let go of the past