Certain events brought me back to this one. I'm sorry I haven't generated new poetry lately. It comes and goes and has been gone for a while (except when I wrote The Trumpeter).
Happy October, dear ones.
Be good to yourselves.
Swimming to shore too frail to move.
Stepping towards light, when darkness abounds
Permitting a laugh amid no other sounds.
Confronting a beast no one should endure
It strikes with no warning, no reprieve and no cure.
Unveiling your heart in the face of despair.
Conveying a smile, when you’d much rather cry
Speaking the truth though it’s safer to lie.
Taking a stance, when integrity’s lost
Forcing what’s right in spite of the cost.
Holding to faith in your value and worth
Maintaining a grace that softens the earth.
Passing with ease
As you air your last breath
A hero whose soul