April the 22nd

DAY 22

Deep within my soul 

is the man that wishes to save

the world of his friends and those he loves,

and those who he has long since left. 

I do not know how to stop him. 

Wherever I tread and see sorrow

the instinct deep within 

is to arm myself with strength, 

for myself and for a friend. 

I will try to bargain with heartache 

or hunt away anxiety 

and then smite the might innards of depression 

that someone I maybe carrying. 

But there's more to be a hero then thought.

Our fables and ballads lie to us: 

a hero cannot always win

for in our lives, 

the innocent must decide

if they truly want to be saved. 

And am I truly this hero?

Some sort of cape and tights wonder?

Isn't all within a soul that yearns

for love and for approval

that will never be answered. 

I wish to save those who cannot be

and maybe answer a need to feel good, 

but I should perhaps remember

to save myself before attempting

to help anyone else. 

But I hope that some days,

my answering to a call

shall just put a smile on a face 

or make a dark day seem brighter

like so many heroes have done for me 

then the man deep within my soul

will perhaps rest for some good time.