and weighs the circumstances.
Impossible odds, impossible decisions,
but this is the worst of all.
Yet, many to few to one,
the choice, however difficult,
was, fundamentally, an easy one.

He thinks, and fears. Doubt swirls
as sharks around bloodied prey.
No, is his choice, but it’s decided
before he even gets to say the word.
Fights against premeditated fate
but is pinned down, a fox caught
by the sharp jowls of bloodhounds.

They think a hero stands before them.
Intellect unmatched but by their own,
and actions so reckless and sacrificial,
the only word for them is brave.
How can one think he is anything but
brave?

I think and weigh the value
of my own life. I’d give it up
in a heartbeat. Because my love
for people, outweighs my fear, or
my hate for myself outweighs it all?

Think and thought transposed by singular
moments of character and longing to
have or be or behold more of ourselves
than what we are capable of alone
in our individual, real-life, stories.