The Giant That Sleeps Poem by Raymond Valadez

I am the Giant that sleeps. It is my world I am the meek. It is not the awoken that posses the strength, it is the slumber that has yet to prove his endurance. I am the chosen one. My Lord created the skies the land and the sun. For me he molded the universe. For me he proclaimed let there be light first. It is my soul that has the image to that of the champion. It is my nature that is poison like that of the scorpion. Every day I go to war sometime I win and sometimes I fall to the floor. But tell me who like the Lord? Who lift me up to fight once more? I am the Giant that sleeps... Don’t underestimate me because my eyes are shut and it looks like I can’t see.