Member Poem

They are not
supernatural beings,
They are not perfect,
They are not without flaws,
They only stretched
themselves a little longer,
They only pushed further
against the tide,
Often times they were
close to yield point,
They didn’t throw in the towel,
They have fears
as everyone else,
Courage only cloaked it,
Like gladiators its spring
welled up in them,
They have monsters
that stare them in the face,
They also wrestle demons,
Not anything phantom
scares them to quit,
They see light
in the darkest of nights,
They see a ray of hope
filtering through the clouds,
The hidden truth about heroes
is that they don’t wear
their heart on their sleeves,
They wear it under an armour.