I had a dream today

I had dreamt that I was someone else

another person from another world

with another life and other strife.

I had dreamt that I was a strong person

who had a choice to make,

So I made that choice.

With it, came consequences.

However

I did not hesitate.

I did not waver.

I did not regret.

I faced everything head on.

I was not afraid.

I had dreamt

that I was a hero.

For one who has never held the blossom of romance,

for one who seeks the answers between light and darkness,

why did the dream have to be so...

cruel?