I lead
An ordinary life
I have petty battles
Day to day strife
I have
My little hopes and dreams
But nothing verges
On life’s extremes

I would
Be honor bound
In calamitous times
To be the one that’s found
To give the sacrifice
To storm the world
And to pay the price

Day to day
No emergency
Calls to arms
To awaken me
So am I
Lost to mediocrity
Is comfort here
All that I can be?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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16 Responses to Ordinary

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    You’re lucky. I’d give my right arm for a comfortable life…although it probably wouldn’t be that comfortable having my right arm sawn off, come to think of it.

  2. It’s not the boulders in life that get people down, anyone can be a hero helping them over.
    Its the sand in their shoes that they really need help with and there are too few ordinary hero’s to give them that help.

  3. Very nice. I find this very profound.

  4. raeme67 says:

    We who wish for adventure, never know just how lucky we are to have such ordinary lives.

  5. Kira says:

    I’ve always believed that it’s in the ordinary that we find extraordinary people! Wonderful poem…beautiful rhythm

  6. This is a worry for a lot of us, that the comfortable life can lead us to lose touch with some of our vital instincts, you tap into that very well.

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