Almost all the old Disney princess movies portrayed princesses (to name a few- Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel) dependent on a man to get them out of trouble. And hence many girls like me, grew up with this similar fantasy that there is an actual hero out there who will save me from any problem. For most of my adolescence stage, I kept wondering
“When will my Prince Charming come?“
Today I have found a short poem by Chisala Kataya which effectively conveys this despaired feeling. This poem is for all those girls who expected a hero.
This poem is for all the girls with broken dreams.
DISCLAIMER– The poem below titled, “It Doesn’t Have A Title” has been originally published by Chisala Kataya at https://chisalamypoems.blogspot.com/. I’ve been given permission by the author to use this poem here on my blog. The views and opinions contained in this post do not necessarily express or reflect those of Chisala. No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.
“It Doesn’t Have A Title”
She needed a hero,
In her weakness she needed a shoulder to pour out her heart.
Shed the tears she felt inside,
Show them she felt the butterflies despite the broken glass from past lovers she thought were the one.
The one to paint sunshine in all the blue she saw,
Each day the rains poured the well filled up with her wishes that never came true,
The truth small numbers discarded of all the times she counted herself happy.
They never lasted,
Like the caped hero thought it a good job after they’d taken her places.
She imagined a scene,
Where the hero’s last stand would leave him breathless,
And in his last moments he’d hold her porcelain face,
And tell her,
The pain he gave her was his way of coping with the day he thought she’d leave.
She’d wake from this dream,
In the dead of the night to the realization that this hero never came.
That this hero wasn’t the one.
That this hero didn’t care enough to listen to her ghosts.
She’d bleed in silence,
Pick up the pieces to a love she thought she’d shared.
That never existed,
That the memories she thought they’d shared were just a figment of her imagination,
He’d blow kisses instead.
She thought to herself,
She didn’t ask for the world,
But just a small portion of it to call her own.
For her rotting anxiety and depression to fall in arms that she’d finally call home.
This hero that she needed never came,
Each night she’d wake expectant to salt stained pillows alone, she wept.
She’d listen to her broken words a sad recital,
This hero never came,
To save her from her lonely love this movie without a title.
I’ve been through this phase and it kind of took a toll on me, my mental health, my confidence, my social communication and what not! Then one day I said to myself- Enough of waiting desperately for someone who never shows up! I’ve made it through so many tough situations, all by myself. I can take on anything life throws my way, without the need to wait for my hero to come.
I’m a fighter!
She Needed a Hero, So That’s What She Became.
Yes, bad things happen. Even worse, it happens to the good people, most. It’s a very disheartening feeling to experience a broken dream. You feel hopeless, demoralized. The possibility of things getting worse daunts you all the time. But these same broken dreams are also opportunities for new beginnings. Look past the sorrow, look past the fear and you will give way to a positive and optimistic future.
I’m sure after reading this post you must be thinking- Wow! I am not the only one who feels like this. There’s someone else who empathizes with me. There’s someone who has been in the same shoes. Yes, I’ve been labeled. I’ve been misinterpreted. I’ve been self-conscious. But let me tell you this- it can only break you if you let it. So all you lovelies reading this-
Live BIG. Live BOLD. Live BEAUTIFUL.
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Chisala Kataya, who goes by ChisalamyPoems, is an unorthodox poet who loves to read novels and is just an open minded guy. His goal is to do more spoken word live performances and meet a lot more like minded people for growth and inspiration. Ultimately get his work published. Check out his Facebook page or follow him on Instagram.
“My inspiration just comes to me, but most of the times the lives that people live tell stories I can’t ignore. Writing for me is a hobby and I wouldn’t trade the words in my head for anything.”