Poem: Heroes are Survivors


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,


our foibles.

Still vulnerable

to love’s erasable ointment.

Why is love

still interchanged,

with tragedy

or impossible?

Why all the hopeless


the endless


to Love?

4 thoughts on “Poem: Heroes are Survivors

    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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