Merely Mortal
“Never meet your heroes. They’ll surely disappoint.”
Anonymous
We place them high on marble thrones
Their names in gold, their faults unseen
We craft them bright; we paint them clean
Ignoring all their flesh and bones
From distant heights, they seem divine
Their flaws erased by praise and gleam
We feed ourselves the perfect dream
And drink illusion like it’s wine
But when we stand before their face
And hear their voice without disguise
We find no gods behind their eyes
Just weary hearts and mortal grace
The shine is dulled, the mask is gone
We see the cracks, the hidden cost
And mourn the innocence we’ve lost
As day reveals the gilded dawn
Yet still they walked where we aspire
Though flawed, they dared the heights we crave
Not saints, but souls who still were brave
And lit our dreams with borrowed fire!
04-07-2025
© F Aparici
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Barb Clarke
9dNice poem, love the picture too!
Francis Aparici
9d@Barb Clarke: Thank you 😊 Barb
Francisco P.
8dSo well written poem with rhythmic lines conveying message of aspiration and despair.
Francis Aparici
8d@Francisco P.: Maraming salamat Brod. I was lucky because I never met my hero. 😊😊 Thanks for the ⭐️ and the 💛
Mark Sallee
4dI really liked this Frances, It makes me upset how people can elevate someone to GOD-LIKE status and not see the motives and the lies behind their smiles. But also gives us hope. Great poem.
Francis Aparici
4d@Mark Sallee: Indeed. Thank you 😊 for the 💛 and the ⭐️. Much appreciated