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The house is burning With violent noise And red all-over. I sit in the heat With a prayerful heart, That he would arrive. Superman in his Spandex suit of hope And cape of justice. I burrow inside My mind to begin A long wait with hope. Many minutes then Days soon followed by Years of desperate hope. Just like spring flowers, My hope, soul, and mind Wilt to my life's heat. He is still late; yet, I always believed In my Superman. My superman who'd Fly with hell's fury To save the weak ones. But life's fake heroes, Try with all their might To make a belief. A belief with hope Of water so pure It'd wash away grief. For years I thought That this hope was a Power of supers. I stumble onto The truth, creating In me a fire. I dig deeper in My mind to be far From disappointments. A trumpet sounds Drawing me from my Burrow to listen. The man speaks of A real thing that has Powers to help heal. Yet, as dormant as It is, the man said, It must be found. So, I join this search For my broken heart To find the true balm. A balm that is new And unique with its Unknown soothing. A soothing that feels Like freedom to fly And solves all your pains. The search ends with a Nugget of precious Gold from wise humans. Life is not about Waiting for your hero To save you from pain. Life is all about Unlocking your heart And saving yourself. Using that key of Wisdom, I unlock A special, new hero. This hero steps forth And shines a light On the burned rubble. And with a swish of Her almighty cape, She soars upwards. Floating in the sky, She calls a massive Group to come to her. And because of her Super strength, the burnt Rubble was swept away. I am surprised When she flies down to stand in front of me. I study the shape of Her face, color of her Eyes, and her lip's shape. I smile to her And then walk away From my reflection. She follows in my Shadow, always there, Guarding me from harm. All she will ever Be is me and all I will be is she. My Superhero, In her sweatpants of Hope and of Justice. Flying off into The sunset till she Saves the day, again.

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Waiting For Your Hero

The house is burning With violent noise And red all-over. I sit in the heat With a prayerful heart, That he would arrive. Superman in his Spandex suit of hope And cape of justice. I burrow inside My mind to begin A long wait with hope. Many minutes then Days soon followed by Years of desperate hope. Just like spring flowers, My hope, soul, and mind Wilt to my life's heat. He is still late; yet, I always believed In my Superman. My superman who'd Fly with hell's fury To save the weak ones. But life's fake heroes, Try with all their might To make a belief. A belief with hope Of water so pure It'd wash away grief. For years I thought That this hope was a Power of supers. I stumble onto The truth, creating In me a fire. I dig deeper in My mind to be far From disappointments. A trumpet sounds Drawing me from my Burrow to listen. The man speaks of A real thing that has Powers to help heal. Yet, as dormant as It is, the man said, It must be found. So, I join this search For my broken heart To find the true balm. A balm that is new And unique with its Unknown soothing. A soothing that feels Like freedom to fly And solves all your pains. The search ends with a Nugget of precious Gold from wise humans. Life is not about Waiting for your hero To save you from pain. Life is all about Unlocking your heart And saving yourself. Using that key of Wisdom, I unlock A special, new hero. This hero steps forth And shines a light On the burned rubble. And with a swish of Her almighty cape, She soars upwards. Floating in the sky, She calls a massive Group to come to her. And because of her Super strength, the burnt Rubble was swept away. I am surprised When she flies down to stand in front of me. I study the shape of Her face, color of her Eyes, and her lip's shape. I smile to her And then walk away From my reflection. She follows in my Shadow, always there, Guarding me from harm. All she will ever Be is me and all I will be is she. My Superhero, In her sweatpants of Hope and of Justice. Flying off into The sunset till she Saves the day, again.