Oh, to be praised as a hero.
After the flames had died and the cheers erupted.
Oh, to be seen as a brave hero.
Cries are my inner commands and fantasies that take the upper hand.
I dream of holding a sword, a wand, a pirate hat, and a pack.
I dream of valleys, saving dances, drinking on ships, and running through caverns, and secret tombs.
Oh, to be a hero without the fear of the world.
Oh, to be a hero without the comparison of looks or the downfall to sudden death.
To be honored, celebrated, and befriended.
Making life an adventure that only the scroll dust and wall paintings could tell the future about.
Oh, to be a hero and to not be stuck in my world of the 20th century.
To be walking among magic with friends.
Oh, to be a hero and fly. My name is spoken with admiration and awe.
Oh, to be a hero at all.
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I Found Me
PoetryI Found Me is a collection of poems about life the roads we may take and struggles no one prepares us for. The genres found in this collection are more emotional, healing, battles with an illness & disability, and shows life's many adventures throug...
