A Hero’s Journey

A peasant begins
As a vagrant bare to the core
Two naked feet caresses his motherland
Traversing terrains highs and lows
No purpose nor hope
Nothing to anticipate
Reminance about the past he does
The hey days and the many regrets
Praying and hoping for a day
He can call a place his abyess, a home.

Till a day comes
He hears a call
A shout a scream or even a whisper
A choice he must make
To answer or a turn away
For if he were to turn a blind eye,
He remains in innocence forever always
Till the next time the call appears
A spark of inspiration
A glimmer of hope
A lion’s courage
He answers the call
Forsaking his shell of naiveness
A journey begins for this wide eyed vagrant
A battle, a quest or even an adventure
Of true love, faith or even life itself.

Demons spring forth from tinest of crannies
Worry, self-doubt and criticisms are some of their names
Conquer them a little voice said
Or be consumed by them
Danger lurks everywhere
Death’s sickle ready to strike
Unsuspecting preys
Aspiring heros to be
Vile creatures amidst the grounds
Every bush, every stone and tree
Terrorize its victims and ravage their souls constantly
What of our brave hero?
Is he dead or is he at his last breath?
Even the most chirvolus of Man must stumble and fall.
Who can help our warrior now?

A threshold of pain and adversities often leads to
A point of surrender
A submission of faith
A truth that one must face
Guardians appear at break of day
To save and to guide
Our main lead of this journey
Past his burdens and adversities
Learnings everywhere
Even from the banes
Worry turns to clarity
Self- doubt turns to affirmations
Hatred turns to love
Demons become Guardians
Banes to Boon
The Hero rises again
Reborn, renewed
Eager to fight another day
He tussles, wrestles and battles his way
Till a day comes
When a breakthrough appears
One who toils but never looks for rewards
Has finally gotten his just deserts
An aim, a goal or even his purpose
Is placed upon his open hands

A Warrior victorous
His game across his shoulders
Celebrations abound
Returning to his domicile a proud confident Man
A hero is born someone says
Of courage, of truth, of humility and of true faith
To know when to fight
To know when to let go
Is a mark of a true great one
Who grows and learns
Many new learnings along the path
Learn new things
Relearn old ones
Valuable things that money can never replaced
Kept in a special place where all special things are kept
That one day the call will come again
For our hero to answer a new quest.


All men should striveto learn before they diewhat they are running from, and to, and why.~James Thurber