When heroism rises

On Christmas Day in 2019

I sat on a tree stump and watched the sun rise –

as the rays that were scattered

through the bare branches of the tree

warmed my skin…




I thought of heroism

and how the hero

saunters on –

pockmarked and riddled

with vulnerabilities –

but choosing to limp through the

valleys of those

defeated legions.


Those sinister foes

in the external

and the internal –


in the spirit

of their own flaws.


It is who the hero


while walking

the path of humility

in spite of their shortcomings

that is heroic – 

not the faux notions of perfection.


When we behold heroism we are know to gawk.


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