This poem has been added to my new blog along with other poems. It can be found here. "Masked" |
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I walk through the panels Of comic books I grew up with Before I realize In front of my very eyes I’m sliding passed Fun house mirrors Of the life I grew up in And you tell me not to dream? Look at Batman, look at Superman They look at me Though I assumed mockingly So I turned my cheek away from D.C. To marvel, to Wolverine Soon after shredding My dreams to smithereens Would you fight for one? Then I grew up I read Huck Finn and To Kill a Mockingbird Learned the Bildungsroman philosophy Read Steinbeck, and Bronte— All except young Annie— And even the father and daughter, Shelley Where I got caught up in the supernatural Melville’s muddled allegories Then a comic book Lay loosely open on my bedroom floor Curiosity peaked of past dreams So I glanced once more Would you ever let them go? I saw Batman and Superman Who looked at me And said I’m the man They said follow my dreams Never let it go Look at me, I’m the one Wearing the mask now, you see So how delusional Must I really be? Don’t worry, if I don the cape You can commit me to therapy And if I become a vigilante Asylum’s where I should be Though I don’t fight crime on the streets I’m here right now on your computer screens My panels, my mirrors, my fantasy! I choose to represent the hero Inside of us fighting internally Yes, it’s there, it’s in you Next time you wake up Believe me To sunrise’s harlequin face Believe yourself Fluff a pillow Stand up Reality can wait Look up Settle back in Fight for your dreams Just sleep in. |