Wishing For a Hero
Isn’t life funny sometimes?
I have always wished for a hero in my life.
Someone to comfort, protect, and to encourage me to become the person I was meant to be.
Instead I end up with someone that has some major mistakes in his life and is paying for them
right now, with the loss of his freedom.
How do I explain the positive things this person makes me feel about myself?
Wanted, needed, empowered, safe, confident, and beautiful.
Am I being selfish in thinking that I can help this person become the person he is meant to
be?
He tells me he wants to become a successful person, what a fine line he will be walking not
to become a statistic in the system.
I will not let him hide behind or use me to take the easy way out.
He must stand on his own two feet, which I know he can do.
Many tell me I am delusional, but I need and want to have faith that this person will become
a hero he was meant to be.
If only in his own life.
Copyright © Linda Goodkey | Year Posted 2009
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