Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Hero ' That's Not Who I Became ' - Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Every time I look in the mirror I see:
The same sad hero; staring back at me.
And whenever I try to put by that portrait on the wall:
I have a flashback of, my rise and fall.
But fall did I not, or perhaps not just yet?
Or maybe it's about, not letting me forget:
All the sins I've committed, and all the mistakes I've made;
That piled up together and shaped a shiny blade.
And it cuts through my guts, and leads me to regret:
This lost life of mine, and my never ending debt;
To only myself, yes to just me alone,
Alas! I've always flied solo, and on my own.
For it's easier not to on anyone depend;
Albeit the price is, a lone life to spend.
But it's the reason I am the hero that I am today;
Or is it all in my head? And I am only astray!
Afield, amiss; but what if I already know?
And still keep walking, as towards any glow I go!
Remembering my dark past, that I without;
Wouldn't have ended up here, utterly worn out.
And then slowly all the shame started to fade;
When I came to terms with my hero who grayed.
For it's not always about: when and where to shine;
If you finally do, for all heroes at times decline.
And then I looked again at that Hero in the frame;
And turned back to the mirror to know: That's Not Who I Became!
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