When you’re little you tie towels or a pillowcase around your neck and zoom all over with your arms out being superman.
Or you throw your arm at people and they freeze in place because you’ve webbed them,
or yell out nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah…..batmaaaan!
The bad guys always get caught and go to jail
the good guys always win
…..because they are the good guys
that’s why they have super powers.
Flying is the easiest one to play but at one time or another everyone wants to be invisible
it would be so awesome
until you really are…
Like when you’re old
or fat
or your dad drinks and your mom works nights for minimum wage and you never have new clothes.
Or until you think they are coming after you, listening to you, tracking you and that aluminum foil is all that stands between you and total annihilation.
Or you are just too sad to try anymore…
Walk down the street and beg strangers for help,
they can’t see you
because you’re invisible.
Congratulations, you’ve found your superpower.
©jayetomas2014
Great poem, forgiveness and strength…
Reblogged this on Chimera Poetry and commented:
One year ago….
This is superb and sadly true! Well done! Peace ❤