Strike me Athena

In a blinding flash, you strike me.

I am made stronger by your blow.

 

And as I fall you hold out your hand.

I am made safer by grasping it.

 

And in the midst of this battle you whisper to me.

And through your words I am made wiser.

 

It is a battle of wills. 

Mine mortal and fallible, sometimes weak. 

Yours eternal, patient, and strong.

 

In a moment of weakness I reach out to you.

In recognition of weakness I am strengthened.

 

In a moment of silence I listen for you.

In the sounds around me I am fortified.

 

In a moment of terror I see you for what you are.

In that terror I see my reflection.

 

These are moments of realizations.

Mine of the self, frightening and true.

Yours of revelation, blindingly pure.