Your promises–beckoned me to a place you knew I was reluctant to go
A place I explained to you was so raw
Did you want to be a hero, for the wounded?
That doesn’t matter now
Because I always then ask: Do I want to be saved?
And then I turn to you–hey!
Did you want to save me … and always save me?
Because that’s impossible
Hasn’t anyone ever told you?
Superman has a mother–just like anyone
She fell when they grabbed her by the womb
And rose to power through her creation
Superheroes know their source
Lest they dither, mortal, in the ashes, looking up, wondering “what am I supposed to do?”
YOUNG MAN! WAKE UP! SHE WHISPERS, THEN CRIES, THEN SHOUTS:
If you are not part of my rise, you are part of my downfall
And I tell you–I thrive on both
Falling is the only way to rise
Fizzy, electric sparks of reflection grow and dance along resolution’s wick
When the fireworks of my life are again launched from a cannon of decision
Exotic rays of daylight’s fantasy explode in relieved expression across the night sky
The silent expansion in all directions, all perceptible colors
Nearby chests rattle at the delayed boom
Babies laugh and reach up
Couples hug a little closer, feeling so small, together
Elders look up, smile slowly at the sight of forever
This isn’t a holiday
This is a signature
This is continuous
If you are not launching me, you are only delaying the inevitable
Either way you choose, you are critical and I love you