Even Heroes Need Help Too Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

EVEN HEROES NEED HELP TOO
They said that they looked up to me, it was difficult to lower my pride; to tell them that just like them too I was suffering; that I couldn't sleep every night ‘till I visited her; her, my sin.
To tell them that just like them too I needed help; that just like them too I was afaced with the same problem; to lower my pride and say I was never the hero that they thought me to be…
They said it's because of my poetry that they changed; transforming from what they were and fought addiction; that my words found a way to let them see the light, so how could I have told them that I was pinned down by the same sin?
To tell them that the same sin I helped cure them off was my arc nemesis; that everytime I picked up my pen I was reminded of my pain; that in the middle of the night I broke down in the presence of the moon…
They said that my smile always gave them courage and that everytime I stood on stage before a mic they felt victorious; that I inspired greatness in them; that it was really because of me they survived, so how could I have told them?
To tell them that if only I had someone other than my comrade the bright moon to talk to; someone to help me lift this burden off my shoulders; to reveal my most clandestine secrets to and not to be judged in return…
How could I have told them that I was broken just like them?
That I had a terrible addiction with this sin?
How could I have begun to talk when the already rated me a hero and their beacon of hope? So I write still, that for as long as they are transformed through my works, then my work is complete and the demons are mine to fight but know that even heroes need help too…
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