Caring 🫂

Heroes

I was never one to believe in superheroes.

I always thought they belonged solely within the pages of a book.

Until the day one showed up in my life and changed my point of view.

Like some fairy-tale knight, he turned up when I needed him the most.

He pulled me out of the mire with his big, strong arms, and for the first time in a while, I felt solid ground beneath my feet.

I was as unsteady as a newborn-it was as though my legs had forgotten the simple task of walking.

And I clung to him like he was the second coming, and I was the world’s newest convert.

I think he hung up his cape a long time ago.

I can signal my torch against the window or send a flare up into the sky, and it wouldn’t make a difference.

No one is coming to save me this time.

I guess I’ll have to keep myself.