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Splitting pain throughout my head
Can't help but wish that I was dead
Foggy memories crowd my mind
Making me a long for an earlier time
Before the hits and brain so damaged
Back when I had problems I could manage
Words come out in a jumbled mess
Stumbling and stumbling as a try to confess
That though now broken I was once whole
That I can conquer this injury and become the me of old
Four times recorded when my brain did falter
Became countless Sundays praying at the altar
Father heal me from the lingering pains
Please, let me be whole again
If I were a superhero and had any power in the world
I would have...
Super Speed, anything you need I could be there in a FLASH!
No second thought...no maybe or not, I would be there super fast.

Though, that's too obvious.

No, I would pick...
Super Hearing, that would be my choice, I would tune it ONLY to your voice
and know the moment you were in distress. That would be good I guess...

No, not that either.

I would pick...
Super Flight, so that every night I could take you to the stars (though the air might be tight)
it would be super right.

No.
I would pick...
Super Linguist, so I can speak every word, noun and verb into your ear in a feeble attempt to dry up each tear.

No, I would pick time travel  and go to the moment you were first sad.
I would have super vision to see you on the days you are glad.
Telepathy to know how you feel.
Super strength to move ANY mountain... when you need healed.  

Forgive me for this, it may be a bit extreme.
What you need is not a superhero by anyway shape or means ...what you need is a hug.

Yes, that's it!
If I were a superhero and had any power in the world...it would be Super Hug.
I would hug you so tight till all doubt has left your mind every night.
I would hold you in my arms till you knew your worth.
No, I can't save the Earth with a hug, I can't change everyone's life with my embrace.

But just in case ...I will start with you, I will hug you regardless.
In my arms your petite body will be cocooned till the sun turns in to the moon.
I will hold your neck while you head rests on my chest.
I will put in CHECK... every thought, pain and neglect with the only power, enchantment and medicine that I posses...
My hug.
I wrote this poem when I saw a friend with lined skin and all that was within me wanted to grab her and hold her tight and never let go.
Seconds passing by...
Minutes passing by...
Moments passing by...
The Pocket Watch falls with each tiny grain
The Hourglass ticks with each clanging clang
An obvious representation of life slowly dying off
This trough I will dip my face in
to drink deeply till it drips down my neck
gets my hair wet
and moistens my t-shirt
with dark circles of...
Time
is just a substitute we use to abuse and accuse
our life
on how we no longer have
Moments passing by...
Minutes passing by...
Seconds passing by...
 Aug 2013 Destiny Hendrick
Alex
that defiant pain
in that young girl's blood
shown outside the world,
revealing rebellious grudge.

in the midst of the darkness
that young girl screams
from tears and fears
after all these years.

she shows her mask
that hides her sorrows
with laughter and joys
not reaching her eyes.

coming back, all problems reveal
emotion and physical hurt
starts to begin.
she says goodbye to this hopeless world of ours,
leaving everyone behind
in neither darkness of hours.
They tell me I'm crazy for walking alone
But isn't it better than getting chewed to the bone?
Criticized, corrected, and neglected
It's similar to being dissected.
I'd rather enjoy my thoughts
You know the ones that are made up and always sought
I find it a bit more relieving
Though it's sad and naturally deceiving

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