We all want to be heroes (And a bearing of the soul)

We all want to be heroes

See our names in lights

But being a hero means more

Than looking for a fight.

We think being a hero

Means going big

Or giving all

What if heroism

Means something small?

Like a hug

Or a helpful hand,

Being a hero happens.

We all have small chances

At heroism

Even if we don’t notice

How what we did

Saved lives and enhances.

We can be heroes,

No!

We ARE heroes

Every day, in small ways.

NOTE: I write this feeling guilt over not being the kind of person I think I should be.

Explanation: There was a small kitten in distress at my place of work. I heard it, and looked for it, but couldn’t find it. The best I could do since it was a Subday was hope that it lived long enough for it to be rescued on Monday (no rescue services available at the time).

I don’t know what happened to it, or if it is alive, but I wish I could have done more. I have to do more, and be better than I am now. Least, that’s how I feel…