Trigger Warning
A fragile reflection bounces off the mirror
as a soft, dulled image lulled by a slow,
backward pull away from pain.
Grendel’s death-grip has been broken.
Each person awakes, wipes sweat
from a faded face as a long fever breaks,
and sees in the mirror a murky reality: hope.
This poem leaves me feeling much better than when I started reading. Thank you. We all need hope in this troubled age.
Let’s hope that like Beowulf, we will overcome all the monsters that try to destroy our world.
Let’s hope that, like Beowulf, we will overcome all the monsters that try to destroy our world