Superhero Shit

I am not waiting for any other hero to come upon my tragedies. I have stared into the dark and pulled myself out again and again. Name me super. Name me hero. Name me present for my own traumatization and healing and I cannot imagine a life more perfect than being attentive to myself and my redemption.
I learned a long time ago, perhaps around the moment I reached out as a baby and found myself abandoned, that I’m all I have forever. There is no princess in shining armour at the base of my castle, this was never a fairy tale and I am not the main life character. I am rising and falling daily and call that powerful, call that super, call that a hallelujah wailing out of the gut of my being-- thank god I do not have to wait for a saviour.

So light a candle / hold a vigil / witness me wade into the dark and see me discover the sun.