Hero

I was always vexed with the damsel in distress, until I was saved by my own hero.

In the text of fairy tales, she’s sung as a sunlit maiden with a knack for attracting woe.

Knowing some damsels, and being one myself, I can tell you that we’re unfairly represented.

We are strong and fierce and sometimes sweetly scented, but never would we dream of imposing on snips and snails and puppy dogs´ tails for rescue.

This was my stance for many a moon, until one day I awoke with an ache in my right mandible.

And for quite a long time no matter what I did, or what I ate, or how I slept, the pain was quite unbearable.

From Pontius to Pilatus no one could help. No one knew what to do. Until by chance, I met the most talented physician in blue.

That’s how I became a fairytale damsel relying on foreign hands for mending. And as the kind doctor fixed my ailment, I understood the stories’ endings.

The gratitude is so overwhelming that saying thank you doesn’t seem adequate. But Mr. Physician just nodded and covered me with a blanket.

Like a true hero he disappeared with the setting of the sun. He is completely oblivious that he’s a prince, and to this day, he doesn’t know what he has done.

He may not have meant to, but he left my heart imprinted with an arrow. He made me whole again, and I’ll always remember him as my knight and shining hero.