Little King of Sorrows
Unspoken Heroes - Poem by Little King of Sorrows
Perseverance was born of a long life of hardship.
Born with only one leg, which had only 4 toes, he still inched his way to whatever destination he desired no matter the distance or the time it took. For he was able to take the time to admire this rocky bottom in which few had crouched to look. And became a well published author of these things unseen.
Humility didn't always have the finer things in life.
Never eating of a silver spoon, he was content of leafy bug salad and the nutrients it provided.
For it was just enough to allow him to breathe, to think, and learn of love. And though not having ample supply, he still delighted in sharing with others when the shiny utensils they ate of were empty.
Faith was diagnosed with night-blindness.
Sometimes weaving in and out of disasters path on the road of life she always found her way home. Sometimes the creek of the floorboards would speak of monsters and malevolent little things crouching in the dark pit below her bed-frame... but relinquishing her fear to the solitude of prayer, she always awoke to her fairy-tale bedroom.
Mercy was constantly teased in school.
She was a beautiful cheerleader. Athletic and toned feminine. She was cast of the mold of her olympian father. Woven together with the celestial vocal abilities of her Grammy winning mother, she was the complete package. She chose not to side with the value's of the inner circle groupings. Instead she shared bread with the misfits, nerds, and intellectual rejects and was subject to the crossfire of hazings that sprayed in that direction.
Courage was an orphan child.
He never knew the world outside the walls of Camp Fear. He became so accustomed to his child hood prison that he spent the first 5 years of his adulthood slaving the nights away as a live-in janitor. In the twilight shadows you could hear the rattle of the lantern due to his trembling hands. But as fate would have it, there was more to this soul than even he could contain. Like a flash he darted into the night chasing the darkness across the landscape. His duty-driven legs churning tirelessly. And to this day... he still runs. For the only thing he fears, is Camp Fear itself.
Love was the family jewel.
She provided a lifetime of enjoyment speaking only one word. For those who understood the tones within the octives of her voice, it was bliss. Dressed in silver linens, a golden tiara, and carrying a cup of splendor, all who knew of her were captivated. She sang lullabies to the old and dying. She read stories to children, many who would later become kings and queens. She was a caretaker of all creation and what a mighty role she played in the lives of others. With just one awe-inspiring word.
Just a few unspoken hereos.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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