Fo Fum

Short poem about complacency

Life can be miserable within my wall of skin
I march for food and for shelter
A soldier in a war of my own undoing
Furloughed on weekends and holidays

But, I share space with a grumbling giant
A creature that urges the right fight
We answer to the same name
But, I hold the stones for this Goliath

Lately, as the sun sets over my cubicle
As shadows that would be managers walk by
I permit the giant to speak
Words of black or white but never faded

He thinks I’m asleep
He says that I’m dying
“Where are your values?”
He clenches crooked thoughts and concessions

Today, I am the hero of my thoughts
The giant will live
Failure can only be of stalling
Prevailing, a life of will