Who's The Hero Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The mirror showed a face I knew,
But something felt so fresh and new.
The same old eyes, a little worn,
But now a different spirit born.

I walked through days, just getting by,
Beneath a calm and steady sky.
I thought my life a quiet stream,
A whispered wish, a fading dream.

But looking back, through mist and haze,
I see the strength in all my ways.
The times I stumbled, learned to rise,
The quiet battles, seen with other eyes.

The gentle hand I lent to friend,
The hope I nurtured to the end.
The worries faced, the fears defied,
The silent courage deep inside.

No shining armor, sword, or crown,
No grand pronouncements, up or down.
Just simple living, day by day,
And finding sunshine on my way.

The hero's journey, I once read,
Felt far away, a world ahead.
But now I see, it was my own,
The seeds of bravery I'd sown.

So here I stand, the story told,
A truth more precious than pure gold.
The ordinary soul, so meek,
Was the true hero, I now speak.