Prompt: Hero (ine)
My hero (ine) in this poem is ourselves. I hope you agree with me that our lives are full of ballads; with and/or without tragedy. It’s different for all of us. If we think about it, any change good or bad will transform us. Will we like it? Not always. I will let you think about this for a moment. Next time you’re in the shower –hopefully soon, but hey, I’m not going to judge your habits – bend your arm and place it under the flowing water. What can you see? Some droplets will stay and some will wash away. It will be different each time, but you will still be yourself.
To hold, to be
Tell me what it’s like to stroll, on sandy terrains
knowing what is to be,
evading crumbs left by transgressors,
assuring yourself of who you are, in the rains.
To hold your hands, and shut unwanted marks
To explain known destiny
securing your soul of untamed remarks
a plan duly thought of in time.
Tell me they can’t dent your heart
you have come this far
in times you have stopped to restart
and analysed your fractious path.
To hold your journey, it takes courage;
and the malaise rhythm parts you
To hide your sorrows, you breach your memories
and find who you thought you knew
Tell me you will hold your hands again
you will go far, without delusion,
thus time will favour your set plan
and set you free from seclusion.