My Secret Identity

The life I lead is a pretty simple one, Normal, like the rest of the human lot; I toil, I play, I sleep, I maintain myself, I smile, I cry, I handle gun shots, Swallow the punches in the face, why, I even Pretend that I am an eternally young and strong War Queen, enjoying my reign in a kingdom Surrounded on all sides by the protection proffered to me By the glass bulb of a clear snow globe! But the life I lead is not my real one, The real one is what I would call my secret life, My secret identity, that which I have to hide, As I wish not to end up in pieces, merely for being Stranded in a world in which I belong not! Pray, I am a Goddess, a very powerful one with enough Abilities as to raise the seas of the world into havoc At one go and to alter the days and the nights Merely because I wish to play with my God, the ruler Of that treasured spot that shelters my sensitivity and which Is called ‘Heart’ I am on Earth simply because I remain, deep down, a woman, And like all the women of Earth, I have suffered through the pains Of Love, when for some reason or another, Love morphed, from being a dark red crystal flower To being a thorny cactus which would hurt me Each time I felt like holding it close to me in an embrace! Yes, I came to Earth accidentally, out of a moment of tantrum I came to live a life a misery; By having a body, which would age, fall prey to diseases, decay And fall into a cycle of Earth’s existence Which stipulate that my actions would have reactions Which would then bind me to another set of experiences, Which I would live, of course, for nothing, as the aim of them all Would simply be governed by a subtle power called Death! Yes, I am a Goddess and I live anonymously as a human, A human so blinded and duty centered that my other name Is none other that Sisyphus! I am a Goddess and my misery shall end the day My God shall hand out his hand to me, not only to save me But also to prove of His love to me!