The Hero’s Dream?

Every hero is formed
out of a belief
in what is right -
justice! -
that the fight against evil
is right ...
in the end
good will win.
I believed in that lie
and it cost me everything...
that belief,
that passion,
for what I thought was
right.
I was blinded by my passion.

I  tried to be the perfect hero -
Indestructible.
I'd fight evil
and I'd die
for her
not that this every mattered.

It didn't matter.

Maybe my love wasn't strong enough.
Maybe I just didn't recognize
my own vulnerability.
Maybe she didn't know
she could fall for one as vulnerable
as I.

She warned me
that fighting this, this Evil
was so wrong...
that I wasn't recognizing the risks
to myself and to us.

But I was passionate...
I thought I was right...
I didn't listen to her...
I didn't really  believe
that the danger existed,
I just followed my passions.

I wanted to be the perfect hero...
not weak
not vulnerable...
Surely it was right...
whatever it took,
the ends justify the means...
or so it seemed
or so I told myself,
if I had even stopped to think about it...

But I was driven by that lie
and my own passions...

In the greater scheme of things
In the end...
All that matters
is the one we love.

Bruce Whealton
September 26, 2009