World of Heroes

World,
I thought this was the storm
Never could've thought
this was the calm
before the earthquake
one would think,
I'm used to this now
having my world
shift under my feet
just as I become okay
with where I am

World,
I never thought you cruel
why do you work with fate
to prevent my happiness?
why do you let me feel
content
heart, brimming with joy
laying on the couch
enraptured by the characters on TV
hour long conversations
with those I love
only to then drop the floor
from beneath me
making the fall
that much rougher?
what have I done
to wrong you?

World,
do you hear what they call you?
do you listen to what
every parent teaches their child?
they all say the world is not fair
but I couldn't comprehend
how the society
our heroes, our parents
lived in
could ever be unfair
yet, here you are
you let heroes suffer
rip nests apart
shred children until they grow
to mindlessly bend in the wind

World,
I am now nearly grown
I am now but another tree
who has learned to dance in the wind
entertainment, for your pleasure
I know this, but I still can't shake
the little girl within me
who still believes
that the world who created heroes
could never be an evil world
even if those heroes are only human
who fight, and cry, and are mistaken sometimes
they are still
her heroes

World,
this little girl within me
was once just an acorn
dropped by a hawk
rolling down the foothills
your earthquakes
allowed her to bury herself
and find nutrients in the dirt
your hurricanes
allowed her to drink in life
and cleased her spirit
your drought
allowed her to slurp sunshine
and soak up the sun's knowledge

World,
this acorn is now
the trusty, sturdy oak
that doesn't bend or break
when a young Apache girl leans 
listening attentively with bright eyes
to her clan mother's adventurous tales
of a world of heroes