Poem: Heroes are Survivors

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Heroes are survivors

they didn’t ask for it,

they answered the call.

The howl,

the wail,

the siren alarm,

All is not well

it’s going to Hell

Forsake us not,

angels of destiny.

Irony misplots,

displays

our foibles.

Still vulnerable

to love’s erasable ointment.

Why is love

still interchanged,

with tragedy

or impossible?

Why all the hopeless

variations,

the endless

barriers

to Love?

4 Comments

  1. johncoyote says:

    I agree. The greatest people came from the hardest life. Make them appreciate the things earned and given. A wonderful poem shared.

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    1. Hi John, Yes, I agree, gratitude changes everything. I think people that have suffered and survived trauma are artists that are meant to transform hatred/pain into love/truth. Thank you for your kind comment and for reposting the poem.

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      1. johncoyote says:

        You are welcome Judy and I agree.

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  2. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read the amazing work of a talented writer.

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