Healing Arts

I am not superhuman, when I am wounded, I bleed.

I am not supernatural, I am not immune to pain.

I do not have superpowers, I cannot control what you do or say.

Like waste, dismissed and disposed, my insides turn to shreds when you turn away.

I will not fight, I will not struggle.  I will not resist or supersede.

Take it, take it all – take what you may and do with it as you will.

It is no longer mine, it never was.

I will stay in the posture of submission. I want to be in the stance of surrender.

Maybe then you will see how small and weak I really am.

I am not superhuman.

Superhuman