Hero

I have been the vulnerable one,

a delicate flower of gentle nature

living by small amounts of water.

Feeling safe when you hold me in your arms,

you feel strong and important

precious like the last guard of a secret chamber.

Yesterday you were crying to be saved,

desperate in vulnerability.

I stood up and saved you,

became your hero even though

it is not a role that I am used to.

Now I wonder if I can ever go back

to being held delicately in your arms

as if you were the hero all along.