I sat and stared at the sword in the stone-
At the many men who tried to grasp and tug.
Oftentimes I wondered if it was possible for someone
As young as I to try such a task.
I walked up to the stone and stretched in preparation,
But the laughs of the men behind me – those who had suffered defeat –
Urged me to give up before I tried, and I walked away.
You alone stood there and saw the scene,
How my dreams were crushed by those who
Knew not my strength;
Who judged me based on looks and age alone.
You came after me and lifted my chin.
You told me of the prophesies and legends;
You said that was meant to happen indeed would,
With or without the scoffing of cowards.
After your pleading, I returned to the scene to see that
More eligible young men had failed.
I became nervous, but one look at you and your steady gaze kept me strong.
I walked again to the stone.
With hands placed firmly
And no eye averting
I pulled the sword.
A hero now in everyone’s eyes.
But I know the true hero is you.