The Hero

A waving hand to a blind eye
is communication in its typical
catatonic state and I see the
sardonic smiles that mute the
voices, chuckling with fury and
hatred at the convictions of
others who defend Mother Earth,
breaking the bond, spluttering
blood of inhuman power, with
stoic facade.

In the sunlight, a starving polar
bear’s manic eyes glare at the loss
of habitat, its open jaws unhinging
a sound that echoes back to
gnashed teeth, without hope,
without purpose. There is a hero
to the darkness inside the beast,
a call of sorts to restore balance
in the world, immortalized by scars
and stars, in full glorious bloom
across smiling and crying faces

Theresa C. Gaynord likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences, of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. She writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be a witch and a poet, (within the horror writing community) and she has been published in a number of magazines throughout the years. Read other articles by Theresa C..