of that stunning black &
white picture.
Head thrown back.
Eyes closed,
wide grin.
That was then.
Who are you now?
"Just Peter Parker"
she says,
"waiting to be Spiderman again."
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About Me
- Sublime
- Oblivion, Midwest, United States
- At age 41, overcoming some of my biggest fears has granted me periods in my life of supreme respect for the grand plan of the universe. Unfortunately, I’ve learned I have the idiotic ability to forget some of the huge lessons. Luckily, my cosmic fortune cookie never seems to mind having to repeatedly tell me things until I get it! My favorite foods include Easy Cheese, shelled & salted peanuts, red-pepper hummus and pizza in any form. I’ve realized I never really quit smoking; I just stop for periods of time. I no longer cry over spilled milk. I recently figured out that I do so much better when I’m not going in ten directions at once. I’ve also been hit with the realization that I’m never, ever going to find happiness outside of myself – it has to come from within. The true meaning of this came to me during meditation, at which point, I literally gave MYSELF a hug. Finally, I know if tomorrow comes then more change is inevitable and embracing is easier than resisting it.
1 comment:
I know poems can mean different things to different people. To me, being Spiderman is like going back to that part of my life when anything was possible.
I like how you've captured that feeling in this short verse. I struggle for words, so thank you for that...
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