We all need heroes. And we all should want to have heroes. Sometimes, they refuse to adorn the physical persona of an individual in the real world, but rather, manifest themselves as an amalgamation of ideas, virtues, that we hold important. Often, we tend to bring out these virtues in times when difficult decisions beckon us, seeking advice from this ‘amalgamation’, this imaginary friend. Here’s my idea of what my imaginary friend exemplifies, and my fervent hope and belief that he is in me. Prompt inspired by Sunday Scribblings and a friend’s GTalk status message.
Enthralling the party with his subtle humor,
He swims comfortably in that shark-infested pond.
But a head, laid firmly on his shoulders, he has,
As he discretely waves his ever magical wand.
A leader among men, such confidence he inspires,
Among friends, foes, and those who feign indifference.
His act, eloquence, resolve, his glowing persona,
Challenging tradition, the world, with gracious reverence.
Loyalty pays homage, at his humble doorstep,
As he gently pulls an arrow from my betrayed back,
He nurses that wound, as he plans the war,
Mindful, but never fearful, of the opposite stack.
He stays true to his once-committed word,
As integrity challenges him to a difficult duel,
Through rigors intense, and obstacles galore,
He rides through those ravines cruel.
He is my dear friend, but my imaginary friend.
A light he leads with, for me, in this darkening age.
In truth, he is me, but with everything that is but me,
And all that separates us, is inhibition’s cage.