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My heros light.

You lead me
when i was,
a blind man,
my hand reaching,
only for you,
you lead me like a hero,
you lead me to the truth,
but every hero has a villain,
and every blind man,
has his crutch,
and i remember,
more then once,
when i could not feel,
your touch.

I never questioned,
if your were their,
because i heard your steps,
felt the vibrations in the earth,
in some way,
lightly heard your breaths,
you did not leave me,
mister hero,
with a blind man at your side,
but once and i while,
i was a risk,
for me,
you had to fight.

I'd hear other voices,
be distracted by their ways,
I'd take a step in another direction,
questioning,
how they spent their days,
because i did not know,
they were much less then perfection,
because i did not know,
they were,
meant to kill you,
they were deception.

I am not perfect,
but you are,
and they tried to kill me,
and for me you died,
and just before you died,
you gave me sight,
and just after a saw,
you showed me your light.

poem by Sandra jacks
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