Greek Myth, Today’s Reality
Riding across the sky on Pegasus, creating stars and forming worlds,
Embracing the light of the creation of love, fire soothing the once bitter cold,
I am Hercules, stronger than one thousand body builders on steroids, but, yet I am Achilles bold and vulnerable in a spot not readily seen.
My heel is my heart, open to receive and give that creation, soothing once, scorching the next, lighting the way to possible darkness.
My trusty steed and I facing titans at every turn, sometimes only to learn, the thought titans are our friends and vice versa, this being the curse of trying to grow into a true hero, from zero, or what was thought to be the mirror’s reflection.
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