I wear my past like a cape
Superman’s got nothing on me
now that I’m free

All I’ve overcome
widens my stance
straightens my shoulders
I didn’t die
so I raise my chin up high

Shame, regrets, fear
in bullet-shape
bounce right off
my bullet-proof drape

Finally, I truly mean it
when I say, ‘I’m fine’
for I wear it like a cape,
this past of mine

© 2025 Joan Zaruba. All rights reserved.

You've been gone so long
You haven't got to see
This little broken butterfly,
With little broken wings.
I'll heal soon,
then see you again.
Because this little strong butterfly
With little strong wings
Will fly far away
And accomplish beautiful things.