Standing in the Shadows
Of my oldest basement,
Poised at the threshold
You watch
Are you waiting
for me to take your hand
Or are you waiting
to step forward?
Hidden in the Depths
Of my earliest underworld
You Breathe
Your presence Strong
Like a Scent
Ancient battles, Ancient
Victories, until the Final
Inevitable defeat
The Odds so Uneven
You tried, You Believed
You Remain
For all of us who Fight
Invincible
the defeated warrior
Singularly Victorious
My Fallen hero
You Stand
Painting by Yaron Rosner
Discovering you through your words is a giant gift
Magical combination with the painting. The poem is strong in its simplicity. Modest in its intentions reminding
us to be humble.
I love your perception, (did I just say that?) really love to know your are reading…appreciating 😉 xo
Stunning mommy!!!