Strength of a Hero

I tend to see myself as super human
Immune to many things in this life
Being strong for those I care for
While at the same time
Defenseless
As my body gets sore.

Little by little, I can feel the line
Thinning
By the hits and blows taken
Slipping,
I'm losing control of my abilities
As I continue to try to fight
For the life I keep dreaming.

I still believe in colors
in a world full of
grey.
I still believe in love
in a society spewing
hate.

And greed, which I can do without
Yet others still take that poor route.

These days, it may be hard to find someone
Who will save me instead
But I'll continue fighting battles
until the end and until then
Just know that I'm not weak when I am kind
Because I still have [some] strength to save lives.