Achilles heel. Scabbed. Won’t heal. Pick at it. Secrets revealed. Itching. Twisting. Tired of bitching. Peel it off and start again. Take the pain but what remains? Scarlet blood flows free and proud. Love and grace replace disgrace. Grit your teeth to save your face. Love again to run your race.
Achilles heel. Tensed and taut. Athletes crouch and pistols pop. Off they hurtle down the track. Forward. Onwards. Don’t look back. Sinews straining. Years of training. And for what? A crowning glory? Crowds are roaring. But if it snaps a different story.
Achilles heel. Ancient tales. Heroes turning in their graves. Arrows piercing exposed skin. Unsheathed swords sliding within. Scraping bone and piercing organs. Writhing hydras. Towering gorgons. Monsters unleashed. Ravenous beasts. Havoc wreaked. An end to peace.
Achilles heel. Guard it well. For heels are gateways to a hell of such dimensions that it will melt away all your pretensions. And leave you bony, broken, baffled. All hope snaffled. Life’s a raffle and you have lost. What’s the cost? Pay the ferryman and come across.
Achilles heel. Doesn’t matter if you run or walk, limp or crawl. He’ll welcome you all. With open arms and boundless charm. No need for pyrotechnics or alarm. But once you’re in the doors are locked. The clocks are stopped. The lights go out. You learn your plight. Eternal night.
Achilles heel. Painfully real. We all have two and here’s the deal. Slice open one you’ve still a chance. To get away, still save the day. But lose the second and you’re down. A helpless mess upon the ground. Vultures circle high above. Hyenas feast upon your blood. All for what for you gained naught.
Achilles heel. So now you’re dead. Scavengers fed and long since fled. And what of you? A pile of bones, stripped of your pride and left alone. No wifi here or mobile phones. But never fear. You won’t be bored. For we have so much to explore. New depths of pain you’ll not ignore.
Achilles heel. And here it ends. The train wreck just around the bend. You knew it all yet you knew nothing. The years of lies, deceit and plotting. It brought you here where you’ll remain. Eternal pain, forever stained. Alone and shackled in your chains. And there is only you to blame.
Thank you for writing this piece. Not only do I love Homer, I feel the pain and hope in it as well. As someone who has battled with substance and mental health issues, this one hits close to home.
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Thank you. Your comments are a great encouragement to me 🙂
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Achilles heel? We’ve more than two. Our weaknesses run through and through. They’re poked and joked and yoked by fiends. We feel ashamed; we feel unclean. Our bodies were not dipped in Styx; but rather, made pure by crucifix.
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Clever. I likey 🙂
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I realized I forgot to tell you that I really liked your poem.
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Thank you Chelsea. That means a lot to me.
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So much to take in here…excellent.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thank you 😊
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BRILLIANT!
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Nice i like it. Great writing
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Wow!
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LOVE THIS!!!
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Reblogged this on The Worlds In My Mind and commented:
Greek mythology is one of my favorite subjects of all time, be it classic Iliad or Rick Riordan’s books. I really loved this post, the rhythm is just fabulous !
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