He was my Idol
And everything I wished to be.
Through thick and thin,
He was there.
To me, he was indestructible,
Powerful and understanding.
He was my hero.
That night was the first time I saw him cry.
The first time I saw him weak.
With his head hung low,
His confidence drained,
Unfixable,
And doubt his best friend,
My hero was destroyed.
And that night,
I asked myself a question-
If even my soldier,
Could be brought down by the weight of life,
What made me think
That I, the Queen of Weakness,
Would survive it instead?
Spoiler
The hero in this story;the soldier- known as my brother.
