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My own hero
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My own hero |
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wvplayernotreally Member
since 2002-11-06
Posts 215yakima wa 
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Hayter told us today we were the heros. Heros of what? I couldn't help but ask. Your own lives she said in a steady tone. Her plainess always struck me as beautiful. Simple clothes, straight dirty blonde hair. The only makeup to touch her face was eyeliner, the way she wrote was amazing. The way her words filled the pages and the way she read her lines made us awstruck. "You're the hero, starting on your journey." I didn't feel like a hero sitting in the chair the school was like a prison, the gray concrete walls held within it my every dream, they couldn't escape. I was on no journey. "Mal, I think your going on the biggest journey." my heart raced hearing my name, my mind raced to find the answer to the question that was never posed and I just shook my head. "Your leaving your comfort zone and battling something that no one could imagine, you are going against what society tells us to do." Hayter always knew what to say. I straightened up a little more in my chair. The room didn't seem so small now. My journey seems dark to everyone on the outside, but to me, its my last hope. I am leaving...in two weeks. I am becoming a Hero, I am battling everything that held me down. No longer are my dreams held silent in a bitterly cold room. I never thought I would leave highschool but now I am leaving the state. Is a hero supposed to cry? Thats all I do now... maybe thats my weakness. I sit in my room unable to say the goodbyes that have been coming for the last 6 monthes. I fight with my mother, I tell her I am never coming home. Is that fair? Where is my journey? Where is the courage that filled every other hero on their path? "Your the hero of your life, right now, in this moment you will do something no one else will do." Hayters words ringing in my ears. This is mine, I claim it, I will come back victorious. let it all out:get it all out remove it: don't be alarmed: when the wound begins to bleed |
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CwboyAtHeart Senior Member
since 2001-04-14
Posts 541Selah, WA, USA |
Malloree! You're awesome. I liked this poem, and it definitely is from the heart. It takes a lot to do what you're doing with your life... I'm really proud of you. When I met you in 7th grade, I never knew what either of us would "grow up" to do. I'm proud to be able to call you my friend. I'm proud of what you have become, I'm proud that you have pulled throught the struggles and tests that life has thrown your way. Never lose sight of your purpose, Malloree... I know you will go far. You will be a hero to yourself, and you will be a hero for others. Let God's light shine through you and there's no boundaries to what you can do. Make sure you keep in touch... I love you, Mal. - C.K.N. - |
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