The strongest warriors aren’t the ones you see in movies
Superheroes, soldiers, dying a noble death, before braving a personal battle,
And saving more than a million people.
They overshadow the real fighters, the real soldiers and mothers and wallflowers
The ones whose bloodstains can’t be wiped off stone,
Whose stories can be told, but not through their own
Words and movements; their lives are a motion picture,
And their shoes are filled by actors, shadows much smaller
Than the ones they left behind.
Not all who are courageous, have to die
Our everyday heroes, don’t wear capes or armor
But a curiously static expression, their deeds hiding
Under quiet voices or stutters;
Not all heroes have to save someone else, sometimes
The only person they help is themselves;
Not all heroes have to fight in wars
Sometimes their biggest battle is under their own scars;
Maybe these heroes aren’t the ones we’re used to seeing,
But they are, because they are brave enough to accept
That they’re the ones who need saving.