I wish that I had wings,
I wish that I could fly.
I wish that I could rise up above myself
and the space in which I exist.
I wish that I could move from here to there
at the speed of light and take myself from this place.
I wish I could magically change the scenery
and in that, my point of view.
I wish I could take to the air, wings widely spread
and soar among the clouds.
I wish I could travel through time without worry
as to how I would get here from there.
I wish I was free, feathered, in flight
unbound by earthly restraint.
I wish I had the power, and in reality I do
to change the course of this path.
To cast myself up to the wild unknown
without fear of where I might land.
To boldly go to places unseen
without knowing what to expect.
I tattooed a feather onto my arm
to remind me and I sometimes forget.
That the scenery changes, the places and names
but the power to be is mine.
*For dVersepoets.com ~ Poetics: falling into magic potion – we’re going Comic~
This is more of about having superpower than being a superhero.