Are you my hero?

Unveil yourself

I took a month off posting here.

What replaced me?

What did you read?

Are you in Ithaca?

I’m a homebody

not a homer.

We all need heroes,

but why?

When were you called to take your place

on the stage?

I call you now.

Here is my poem:

The Pure

Think we are all 
struggling to be heroes, 
either too ferocious or 
too timid, 
too slouched or 
too proud, 
too low-effort or 
too much force. 

In stories, protagonists 
struggle, 
yet, in the end, they 
succeed. 

Now we bleed 
and brand our martyr 
robes, 
a pre-paid road 
to soul success 
should be suspect 
to the pure. 

But 

where 

          are 
 
                   the 
 
                          pure?