They say everyone is born a hero.
The little boy
with crimson cheeks,
The little girl
with her tiny button nose.
Everyone starts the same.
A blank slate
filled with chivalrous intentions.
A clean page
meant for courageous acts of bravery.
But take heed
my darling little angel.
For the world is a cruel place.
The trials of youth are endless,
The challenge of life all encompassing.
They will try to break you,
to tame you,
to change you.
But you must hold on.
The darkness of the world
will engulf each little boy,
turn each little girl to shadow.
For everyone is born a hero
Life will force you to survive;
it will strive to make you a villain.
Poetry: © Mira Sophia Chrysostomou
Photography: © Antonio Chrysostomou