He flings me hard onto the dry rocky surface
and I allow death to capture me in its embrace.
The colossal beast —with impenetrable armour—
standing over me like an immense tower.
He roars with laughter, putting me in my misery
I should have never crossed his territory.
I tremble at the monster that I see
Wishing that the Lord could come and save me.

But as Goliath roars with laughter
I begin to laugh, but much louder.
Because King David passed on long ago
and he had killed this beast long before, I know.
I begin to realise that the Goliath who brings me so much terror
is merely the tiny girl i see in the mirror...