hero

a poem about a search

Lately I have been holding out for a hero,
Someone to save me from the depths of my soul,
Someone to reach their hand down and drag me from the muck and mire of my own life,
However, no one came,
I felt the deep shame,
Yet I waited and waited, and waited still,
Yet no one came and I had to take that bitter pill.
I sank deeper into the much all around
help was nowhere to be found,
No one seemed to come in a bound,
alI I could do was sit and feel drowned.

Then I thought about it,
All the praying I did,
Raised my hopes from bottom to mid,
I could not see that which was right in front,
Nothing was necessary, no looking not even a hunt,
Then realizing the answer was with in me,
That which I waited for all along,
Was easy to see,
It hit me like a gong,
I was my answer to the question,
To all my hopes and fears,
To see it all I should have done was to look,
And it would have been like a fishing hook ,
Dragging me in like a reader in a book,
The answer was simple as it can be,
The answer was me.