Boldly

I could stare

(stone-faced, 

steely-eyed, 

clenched-jawed)

into the public

(stiff-backed, 

shoulders squared, 

unblinking)

or I could be

laughing and enjoying myself

in the company of good friends.

I could be redefining

what it means to make a stand,

and how to be a hero.

I could be boldly me -

be heroic the way I want to.

If you want a plastic toy

go ‘round the corner to the dollar store.

Ever square of jaw,

its eyes will never blink.

And you need never be disturbed

by its joyous laughter.

Song Choice: Kryptonite by Three Doors Down

This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens at Real Toads: Escape to the Past (picture prompt)