Shaken Hero

I see all the belief you have in me checked

And re-checked, again and again, doubtless,

Without a single clouded thought crossing

Your mind so sure of my capabilities.

Then, I see you look into a mirror, and you

Waver, unable to meet your own gaze

Because what you see within your eyes

Is a soul so restless it feels the need to act

Without rationale whenever it is pinned down.

Flight is always easier than confronting

The issues at hand, and flight is always

Your chosen way, one flight after the other,

Until the ash trail you leave behind from those

Cigarettes smoked in stress leads you back to

The beginning again, and you realise you have

Been running in futility from problems that were

Never irresolvable, just overbearing.

Claims of misplaced faith fall onto my deaf ears

Because the only faith that has been mislaid

Is your own in yourself, dropped somewhere 

Along a rocky road that has shaken you

Time after time, rattling your nerve,

Until you become certain that every little thing you say,

Every little thought you think, and every single

Choice you make is the wrong one that sends the world

Crashing down around your ears.

And I see, then, that you need to be told something

That can help restore your belief in yourself,

And your love for those around you

And for this life we have to live.

That one thing is this and I beg you to heed the words:

My love for you is unwavering

Because you are my goddamn hero,

Shaken, but not broken.