Giant | Teen Ink


November 14, 2009
By Maximus SILVER, Atlanta, Georgia
Maximus SILVER, Atlanta, Georgia
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I may be guilty of being an idealist, and a bad poet though that is far more painful, but I have never had the courage to believe in nothing.

Upon this earth do giants tread
Or so was my past thought
But the light of day proves them dead
And grief hath my confidence wrought

The heavens could I touch,
when riding on their shoulders
And of their crowns I did think much
Till cast onto the boulders

Where hast thou gone, my giant strong
Who carried me into the dawn
Yet to falter, yet to waiver, righter of the wrong?
Castles now crumble as darkness falls and I find my giant is gone

But fog fades fast
And mine eyes soon clear
To see that man appear at last
Who was to me my giant so dear

But now he is man
Bone within, flesh without, fallible to the last
And in his fall my hope remains as I run with all I can
Believing yet still, that heroes survived the past

Yet different heroes are these than giants never living.
They tower not above each other
But conquer evil never giving
The illusion of gray borne of white, and poison black its mother

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece as a way to express the new perspective I gained on heroism after one of my close relative's fall from grace. I have always believed that there are heroes in this world, but I realize now that I had believed in superheroes - which do not exist. The point of this poem is basically that to believe in a perfect hero is to believe in an illusion, and that real heroes are those that recognize evil for what it is and struggle against it despite their flaws. You can't put all of your hope and trust into a person, because if you do you will end up lost, hurt, and betrayed. That doesn't mean that there aren't good people in this world, it just means that the only thing you can fully rely on is God.

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