Superhuman

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

Superhuman

2 Comments

  1. Alya Says:

    And how much strength it has taken for me to become so weak! How much have i had to struggle with to become strong enough to submit. How i fought and kicked and shouted and screamed and resisted to remain strong and dominant. And now, helpless and powerless i feel no weight and i fly. I fly beyond my body and my earth and my world – into spaces undiscovered and untouched. Spaces divine.

  2. Ayesha Says:

    This is stunningly beautiful! It has both depth and levity – how is that even possible??

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