The Heroes In Our Time - April 6|Day #6 - Diary of The Struggling Writer from Ife

Dear Diary

Two days ago, I mentioned that I had found two poems in an old book. I posted the first one, titled The Palm and now, I am posting the second.

I actually have a couple of thoughts on my head: heroes, survival, Steemit and writers and a few others. But my muse isn’t in the mood and my attempts to rouse her is giving me a headache. Like the other poem, this doesn’t have a title. I gave it one though: The Heroes In Our Time

Enjoy

The Heroes In Our Time

The cold slices in bit
Small chunks off her words
Words bereft of warmth beneath
The blanket raised to her chin


Her face cast in cold colours
Bright eyes defying the freeze
Her throat plastered by ice
Firing words murdered in cold


Left among the snow to die
Driven by frost to her knees
Her blanket fall off in betrayal
The cold bites her naked skin


Words chopped by scathing cold
Whispered from a frost-filled throat
whispering, whimpering and crying
For help, warmth and love

There is still one more verse to this poem. However, I would like to say a few words here. I can’t remember why I wrote this poem, but I remember that most of my poems written a few years back were indirect commentaries on my life. If I felt a particular emotion or experience something, I would write about it, albeit with a different setting and sometimes using the opposite gender.

At the time, I was struggling with Christianity. Now, I am an atheist. Then, I believed in God’s power to save and all that stuff. I was also struggling with depression, insecurity and self-acceptance within. I can’t say it’s all gone now but it’s surely better. In the last stanza (which is right below), God was the hero. I’m inclined to rewrite the poem, at least the last stanza. But my muse isn’t in the mood so I’ll just drop it as it is.

The Maker sits on His throne
And causes the pen to write
That her prayer was heard
And the righteous ones did help

As you can see from the last stanza, though I ‘believed’ in God, I was certain that human effort was needed. I think I am still that same guy who wrote the poem. I had trouble always referencing God when it was obvious that humans were the real heroes, even more so then the ‘heroes’ weren't Christians. I am talking about those who take a stand against injustice, those who are sensitive to the emotions, feelings and experiences of others. Those who always lend a helping hand.

The heroes in our time are those who take a stand. Someone once said evil prevail because good people refuse to do anything about it. To that I say amen.

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Thanks for reading

Blessings

[Image Source: I took the picture with my phone and edited it]