Often when the call is given, the future hero refuses to heed it. This may be from a sense of duty or obligation, fear, insecurity, a sense of inadequacy, or any of a range of reasons that work to hold the person in his or her current circumstances.
because it is dark and I cannot see,
my skin quivers at the sounds of mystery.
I have been born into a vessel of porcelain,
alone.
alone.
I could not hear you if you shouted it.
there are certain things not understood.
love. courage. trust.
belonging.
now I'm asked to walk these useless parts,
through fire and flood and
fearlessness?
no, nobody ever said there would be no fear.
but, in spite of it,
to walk, to run, to crawl, or slither.
My muscles lock, unmoved by movement.
my soul stills, unstirred by stirring.
the sky swallows me whole
and I fall
and fall
and fall
into circles and circles of unendable circles
hearing the same scream over and over,
each time I pass it.
when I am not running in terror,
I am frozen and emptied.
soul stupefied and staggering.
from this thin grip of living,
you would ask me now to climb?
from this sheer height of madness,
you would ask me now to dance?
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