Not the Hero
This is a poem about that one friend everyone has that promises to be there for them no matter what. What if they were put into a situation like this? Their actions determine the outcome in the end. It is by our actions that determines the strength of our hearts.
I made you a promise
To be there for you when you needed me.
You smiled and said “That’s sweet”
But you just couldn’t see
How serious I meant to be.
It’s a dark and dangerous world
With sinister acts growing and twisting
Like gnarled roots of a tree.
You continue on your way to class,
That familiar happy-go-lucky gleam in your eyes.
I know that you’re a strong girl
And to me it comes as no surprise
That you don’t believe in anger or lies.
But as brilliant as you are to everyone
I worry immensely about you
I fear that you will fall instead of rise.
It’s the end of the day now
And in the setting sun you decide to walk.
You are almost to your warm home
When some strange boys stop you to talk.
When you politely decline, they choose to stalk
For they are hunters of men’s souls
And you are their chosen prey.
All of this from a simple walk.
It is the nighttime now
And the cold rain plasters upon your face.
The yellow of your hair and the red of your head
Mix together sickly in the road space.
Your heart has no energy left to race.
Beaten, battered and left for dead
You slowly mutter the word “help”
Praying that someone fill find a trace.
I was afraid that this would happen.
I drove around fearfully in my car.
When I found you limp in the street
The sight had left a permanent scar.
This horror had driven me too far.
I jumped out in the pouring rain
And carried your fragile figure back to my vehicle.
I prayed that you had not yet joined the stars.
A full week has passed
One long grueling week since that horrible day.
Your robin egg blue eyes open slowly
And I greet them with a kind “Hey”.
You look around in your hospital bed; you don’t know what to say.
You try to say thank you
I simply reply “It’s okay”.
Another week has passed now
And together in the hallways we walk.
You say that I saved you.
You tell me I’m the reason you talk.
I laugh, you scowl, and I say “I’m not trying to mock”.
I’m not the hero here,
I’m just happy you’re holding my hand.
Together in life we will walk.
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