Straw-Stuffed Hero

What is the use,
being the hero
of your own defeated wars?

The hero
of battles born of cowardice,
of humiliations,
leash-broken in dreams,
and dreams unleashed
only in illusions?

What is the use
in being the only passerby
on bridges you never built,
on lands
never connected,

caught in the broken chain
of footsteps
devoid of the courage
to fly?

What is the use
of a destiny
made of things
that never found
the strength
to be spoken?

Of fearless candor,
with no volumes
after the presence
of fear?

What is the use
in being the pearl-hunter
of mirages
born from your own thirst,
a straw-stuffed hero
in the field
of your own
imaginary tragedies?

What is the use....