It's the shaking hands and aching chest

When you're strong enough to pass the test.

It's when the gray clouds and neverending rain

Refract every color; the sun shines again.

It's the burning pins in your fingers

Because the cold no longer lingers.

It's the ringtone that gives you a heart attack

When you learn that the surgery went on track.

That's how you know that no endless night

Will ever be unbroken by light.

If you dig my poems here on Prose, love epic poetry, and have a taste for the fantastical, then I have a treat for you! Some of you may know this, others may not. I have a book out. It's called Beowulf: The Midgard Epic. It's a reworking "Beowulf." My version is written in rhyming iambic tetrameter. It also contains "The Wanderer" in the same format. (That's another ancient poem, of you were curious.) I have a Master's in English/Literature Education. I've written and illustrated for years. It's always been a passion, and now it's becoming a career. I did the cover art and the interior illustrations for the book. Several other Prosers here are signed to the same indie press as me. It's an amazing company called Stitched Smile Publications. If you haven't checked out their site, please do. And by all means, use me as a sounding board! Here's the link to snag my book. I'd be honored for you to read it. And if you do, I'd greatly appreciate a review. I'm thrilled to be here with so many talented poets and authors. Here's the  link to check out my book. I'll also post SSP's link. Happy writing!  

https://www.amazon.com/Beowulf-Midgard-James-Matthew-Byers/dp/1945263075

http://www.stitchedsmilepublications.com/