I am not a hero

I am not the hero anymore

everything is so quiet

so quiet.

So quiet that I can see myself coming apart, peeling away as if glued, and sustain by just nimble pressure.

my mind was its ally and it has let up

it has unraveled to reveal this vaguely familiar self. Cloudy, not made out yet.

but quiet.

Pieced together not by my thoughts and my past

but my present experiences.

I'm not a hero anymore

not a hero in my architected dream

or held by the pressure of the future and the glue of the past.

free to the unknown--welcomed by my inspiration.