Day 20: So Spoke the Queen... (Free Verse, Tetractys)

Prompt: White; Word Prompts: purity, hero, clean, light, energy; Poetic Form: Tetractys

from MorgueFile

What is Yours?

Light

Shining

Across fields

is the hero

hauling the heaviest stone, bloodied.

Wanting to give up the battle to rest,

yet the light glows

energy

alive

Me.

OctPoWriMo

I had been thinking a lot lately, about what makes a hero and the like. I always thought that heroes can bear more than mere man, whether in strength or knowledge. I also had the thought that heroes went into battle. What I failed to see when I was younger--or as recent as last year--that heroes are the one who bear the weight long past when they think they carry it, yet they still carry it.

I am not a hero, Dear Readers. What I am is a fighter, a warrior, striving to become a hero. I make mistakes, learn new things, and when the weight becomes too much, I rest and pick back up and carry on. Between meeting my mentor and reading his words, talking to him, and finding my own path, I have open up to the possibilities that anyone can be a hero, and anyone can carry the burden, the weight beyond what they though they could. It's about truth, both the good and the bad, there are many truths and crucial that you and me must see that. We must see that and keep going.

Something else that was wandering through the hallways of my mind, as a hero we owe it to the world to help others. This is where my mentor sneaks in. "We are all running our own race and not in competition with each other. We must help each other to the finish on." Okay, that was probably slightly paraphrased, but that is the idea. We need to fight our battle, run our race, but also help others along the way.

Also, it is okay to rest, to stop and gather your forces before the coming battle. No one will think ill of you (if they do, then they are slug brains.).

This means that I need to tell me story, honestly. I need to keep moving my stones to mountains (see the Celtic Woman song below and you'll see what I mean). Need to take care of me. It's been a long month. I can't believe is so close. I need to get a pumpkin, bake Halloween goodies, hand out candy, and go and celebrate Samhain (Halloween). Make this month worth living even if I struggled, lost a battle or two, and gained much more. Be the hero that I want people to see. And i am going to build my personal mythology, but that is for next month. Onto the poem, Dear Readers. This is a poem of heroes and finding the hero within you (me).

So Spoke the Queen...

Truly the lights shines

where steps the hero,

across the battlements 

and 

fields,

fighting against the enemy.

Tears comes to eyes,

wounds bleeding freely,

across the landscapes

is the stories we all know,

of heroes and kings

left to die

left alone,

broken; 

yet somehow they still stand anew

carving a way through.

And battles not always fought 

with sword

and 

lance,

yet,

here I sit,

writing

wars within me,

raging,

bruised and bloody;

tired,

trying to keep the fight going.

Heroes are not just

marines 

and 

knights in shining armour.

Heroes are everyman

with

their lights,

crossing out across the darkness;

like mine

though weary I am,

and wounded,

lifting the unmovable mountain,

because

I am a hero,

knght errant, maybe,

lost czarina,

or hidden queen--

a beacon lighting the way

even under the most crimson skies

and ice cold winds.

I will not fall...