A Hero

It was not my mother

Who dried my tears

It was not my father

Who taught me to fight



Taught me to listen, to feel


Taught me to analyze, to understand


But they were not my heroes.

They were my escape

In a world of darkness

They were my isolation


My hero

Is not an idea

An item

A thought


My hero 

Is not my family

My friends

My relations


My hero

Is not an external thing

I found a hero

In myself



Have taught myself

To be strong, when I can

To bend, when I must



Have taught myself

To face my challenges

To work towards my goals



A product of ages

Made of stars

Found a hero in myself

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