I wear my passions on my sleeve
Most of the time literally
A comic book logo on my chest
Some obscure reference as well
I feel like a child, trapped in their own world
Imagining impossible shapes and sounds
I let my child rule me, shaping who I am
Even as a corporate drone 30-year old
So when I see the array of statues above me,
I smile at the faint memories of superhero fights,
Nights spent reading and hoping my parents
Didn’t see my light peeking underneath the door
Running through my neighborhood with a fabric cape
As the wind rushed past and I believed I could fly
When I look down from the statues, I can feel my feet
Hovering and when I close my eyes, I am soaring
Poetry Overdose 