Sestina of a Hero

Sestina of a Hero

He never wanted to play the part of the hero.
He was never trying to fight the good fight.
He was just trying to live his life.
He was trying to make it into a thing of dreams.
He did not go looking for the darkness.
He only went looking for a reason to survive.

It will always come down to one’s will to survive.
Too many believe it is the courage of the hero
That allows him to battle through the darkness
And that allows him to eternally fight.
But that belief is nothing more than dreams;
The hero wants nothing more than to protect his own life.

Or is it? Is it his life? Or is it her life?
Maybe it is because without her he cannot not survive;
Without her has no dreams left to dream.
He has no choice but to dive in as the hero
Because if he loses her in the fight,
He will lose himself in the darkness.

Maybe the world is so completely filled with darkness
That finding meaning in just one life
Is enough reason to fight,
Enough reason to survive,
Enough reason to be the hero,
And enough reason to dream.

I wonder what it is that he dreams…
Of tender hours spent passionately kissing her in the darkness?
Of being their child’s protector and hero?
Of growing old together till the end of and beyond life?
Of always holding her hand no matter the struggle to survive?
Of apologetic and remorseful kisses after their first fight?

That’s worth the fight.
It must be his dreams.
That’s the reason he struggles to survive.
Because he sees a light in the darkness.
Because suddenly there is meaning to his life.
And for the first time ever, he is somebody’s hero.

The life of a hero;
Through the darkness he fights,
Through his dreams he survives.