I loved Clark Kent best
When he was at the end of the proverbial rope,
When a mishap encounter with kryptonite
Left him huddled sick,
Nearly dying in his high-rise apartment.
Lois Lane found him in the dark:
Powerless, undone, weak.
He was no more the world’s Savior.
He could no longer sling spaceships
Across the universe
Or defeat Lex Luther with a single Ka-POW!
Superman’s weakness made me love him.
It was what I longed for:
My own father to reveal what he couldn’t fix,
Figure out, or puzzle his way through.
My own mother to speak about the times
She just couldn’t stop crying.
I am their daughter and I too fight with my cape
(and fluttering skirt ‘cuz I’m supergirl).
I am sure I will save my little world.
I loved Superman in his dark despair,
More than any other superhero I can remember.
He was the Christ-figure weeping in the garden for humanity’s loss.
This is where we learn to love:
Superhero in crisis,
My father’s voice cracking,
Mom asking on I-35, “Why do you think we both struggle with depression?”
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It’s a good practice to unclip
My cape and lift up the back of my shirt so you can see
My weakness under skin, my pain,
Five Minute Friday Retreat
I wrote this post along with the amazing Five Minute Friday crew. Our one-word challenge was WEAK.
Guess what? We’re having a retreat!
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The retreat is July 21-23, 2017, in Kansas City, MO, which happens to be my hometown. Come on over, writing peeps!
More details here.