Happy Alone?

It was not as though I have not, for I have a multitude

Yet, alone I stand, the many being silent

The present - a similitude

Of days, of nights, of pain, like a struck flint

On old wounds – ablaze

Be all you can be

It is of him, the slogan spoke

The man that stands proud like the forest tree

He makes of his enemies a joke

The knight in tempered armour

The blazing wound cast the present alike to the past

Have you even moved beyond yesterday?

Look, you sit staring at those passed

No more closer are they

Ever distant. Ever beyond. Forever out of reach?

When he strode 

The men, the women, the children were aghast

Such strength!  Such power! Out of him it flowed.

On the hearts of them, his net he cast

The adoration of all, the hope of all

In this intense introversion I am reminded

Merely the presence of my multitude is not enough

Many a valley, many a mind, still lay unchartered

It is not meet for me to pull myself a bluff

Yet, the fear of crossing boundaries, is my master

Fears?  He has, doubtless

Enemies? He has, certainly

Valour he uses to strike fear to the less

His enemies look upon him jealously

For they know, he is their true ruler

If only the boundaries could be easily crossed

The seemingly high mountains easily scaled

But suddenly, to my eyes hers traversed

Will I be he who failed

Or rise to claim her stare, ever longer?

Nay, I go into the smelter

It is not for him to be he who failed

For my armour I shall temper

He opens his mouth, her stare to be hailed

This he is me - all I could ever be