A Hero Wields a Shovel to Bullshit

A hero is nothing more than compassion incarnate,

nothing more,

then grief caught in a flame allowing it to be the fire it always wanted it to be.

Nothing more

then peace on a Tuesday afternoon.

Nothing more

then a laughter that makes others smile,

nothing more,

then loving a pet that bites you.

Nothing more

then patience that causes anxiety.

Nothing more

then hope caught in a bird cage.

Nothing more

then a runny nose with an empty tissue box.

Nothing more

then atlas shrugging off an insult,

nothing more,

then seeing the beauty in picking up poop.