You won’t find any Homer here
No epic war
No Achilles’ downfall
No divine intervention from Zeus
There is no magic ring
No frightening travels through long
dead mountains
in search of hoarded gold
No wizard to step in and save the hero
This is a hero’s journey
of the everyday sort
Every step harder than the one before
Battling the urge to turn away
To turn for hobbit home
To rest
To quit
To say I am not enough
Every day cracked open wider and wider
Til the wind blows through
and whistles around your bones
every piece of you held up to the
light
and seen for the lead it is
not gold
it is a journey of shuffled steps
in house slippers
success is a certain knowing light
rarer than any dragon gold
measured in minutes and hours
it is small strangling circles
where air becomes scarce and breathing
labored
tempers flare and consume the oxygen
that remains
it is ever about patience
finding more
finding none
throwing it away like gypsy coin
A journey that does not cover miles
That succeeds or fails in
The meeting of fingertips
Two people reunited for a moment
This quest is doomed to fail
But the best that I can do
is the best that I can do
and that will be my measure for
success
2.16.14
*cries* ...this is amazing.
ReplyDeleteIf anyone understands a hero's journey, it's you MissMoonlitgirl
ReplyDeleteI am speechless.
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