A hero is born not from the laurels
Of glory but from the hard coinage
Of courage charging into the void
Stoically steadfast where others avoid
A coward is made of the wreaths
Of despair, inertia’s decay of the soul
Destroying what he cannot create
Resenting loss of comforts ingrate
Response to prompt by Cubby at https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/91771302/posts/2149348791
I also love the contrast in your description of a coward.
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