Hero

by No1ButMe   Jul 15, 2023


I did something I thought,
could never be done
I met a hero,
pretty sure that he’s the one
we didn’t meet in some fairy tale
or on some grand adventure
although everything did change
that’s definitely, for sure
but he didn’t come on a white stallion
dressed in armor as a knight
no he appeared as a strong embrace
calming me, until the morning light
he didn’t arrive with a cape
or some spandex suite
no he showed up as a megaphone,
when fear kept me mute
and as panic took over
he aided as a defense
even if nothing was actually there
and to him it didn’t make sense
with feelings and actions
the hero in him grew
opening my eyes to so much
that I never before knew
with that gentle touch
wiping the tears off my face
when I want to give up
taking me into his embrace
cracking his stupid jokes
when all I want to do is shutdown
reassuring me over and over
that he still wants me around
cheering me on,
even when he’s alone
saying that he’s luckier
then anyone he’s ever known
it was when he made me realize
I didn’t need pills to be sane
that they were to keep me complacent
and not use my brain
he surfaced as a study partner
although it didn’t peek his interest
still putting forth his all,
never exerting any less
he sat and listened
where no one else believed
giving me a sense of security
that my whole life I’ve never received
at night he checks on me
even if, all I’m battling is the cold
he made his own judgments
not trusting everything he was told
he pops up with random knowledge
that I wasn’t even aware I let out
taking all of me into his very core
erasing every resistance and doubt
I don’t know how I got him,
or what made him decide to stay
but I hope he knows I love him,
I’ll prove it every day
I feel that hero’s presence
when I’m withering in distress,
the security and comfort
just from that soft caress
appearing unexpected
while I was living in my agony
settling into my life of trauma
that’s when he found me
and I put up my fight
hiding behind my ten foot bars
hating my life,
covered with scars
piece by piece, hour by hour
he took them all down
sorting through the rubble
to find me cowering on the ground
he lifted me up
and looked me in the face
telling me to come home
I finally had a place
for he wasn’t a traditional hero
but that some how made him even more
and as long as he’s right by my side
I can’t wait for what’s in store...

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