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.
Copyright © Tasha Taylor | Year Posted 2015
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