A Hero
It was not my mother
Who dried my tears
It was not my father
Who taught me to fight
Music
Taught me to listen, to feel
Books
Taught me to analyze, to understand
But they were not my heroes.
They were my escape
In a world of darkness
They were my isolation
My hero
Is not an idea
An item
A thought
My hero
Is not my family
My friends
My relations
My hero
Is not an external thing
I found a hero
In myself
I
Have taught myself
To be strong, when I can
To bend, when I must
I
Have taught myself
To face my challenges
To work towards my goals
I
A product of ages
Made of stars
Found a hero in myself
This poem is about:
Me