When she wanted

to become a superhero

the moment when

she refused to

prove anything

to anyone

to become immune

on other callings names

on others refusals

and on the ostensibly

constructal critics

from people

which are not in charge

for her life

because there are no points

on agenda of their lives

so they are irrelevant

 

Then she wanted

wanted also when

they kicked her heart

like a ping pong ball

excusing themselves

with sensibility

of their characters

rough like the harshest

render and sandpaper

or instability of the world

like the worn-out set phrase

for an excuse for running away

instead of talking

and relativity of all

then all is temporal

to masked the fact

that they do not care

and that you are irrelevant

 

Nobody will show

that playing cards

in this game

that stumble

cause by them

that beat from the back

in the crowd

because you

cannot see there

who is responsible

and who just scared

and irreparable clumsy

 

Then she wanted

to have superpower

to read out all that

minds in the fog

and to see who

is just wrong

and who is mean

and who not interested

because she has no time

for mistakes

which would not

teach her anything

because they became

general places.

 

Exceptions are few

she keeps them in safes

of the anteroom

of her heart

and in remote gyres

of her brain

and knows why she

calls them out

as her backup

or support

because the superheroes

don‘t succeed by themselves

although it looks like that

from the outside

 

They are built up

by the energies

of their best and

closest people

events bigger than

whole their universe

in that is their strength

in those events

which will broke some person

them they give structure

or wings

but that‘s not an excuse

for someone

for every their mistake

without thinking

saying that is a polygon

for superheroes

not

it‘s just that

what is bigger than life

and which we can not

choose when the

playing cards were draw

behind our backs

 

If I have to be

a superhero

because

only with that

I will survive

please

don‘t give yourself credits

due to your spineless character

that‘s not a school

that’s classes

from which you run away

because they are meaningless

and also because of the professor

got this job outside the interview

and thinks that from every slap

every spit the hero will arise

and for that during the life

gives themselves a decoration

and merits

but not that‘s not

how the essentials

heroes are formed

because after the n number

of the episodes

you don‘t even care

for that banal classes

 

The hero forms in fight

with various inevitable

demons

and with gauzes

for that wounds and scars

form inside

from internal living or

deceased authorities

 

Amongst wild thorns

and nettle

grows an armor

of gentleness

and understanding

and the X-ray gaze

to see who need the

hug as a shield

and against what

kind of enemies

 

Because I want to be

superhero just like that

which fight is internal

and victory is invisible

just to ones who

don‘t know my superpowers

the spectrum of my abilities

and the field in which

I am the strongest

Maybe it is a poetry

of words, thoughts

The strength

intellect and emotions.

 

Maybe you never know

until I activate it

in the strike of self-defense

or in act of self-destruction.