sword and board
i used to breathe fire.
i used to be brave.
you made me believe
i was a ghost-
an alien-
your imagination-
everything but real.
i have a faint recollection
of a bright beautiful
bang of a light
but my hero turned away.
i wish i could
make my mind remember
how to weave my hair
into war.
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Wow! I love the imagery, especially those last three lines.
Oh yes, the closing lines are amazing, but the whole poem just works!
You do capture the title here, and run with it to that powerful ending.
So enjoyed the last lines
You have not lost it..