Superheroes

I am a paradox, a living anomaly. A little bit of sunshine mixed with hurricane, I am a patchwork of not only

black and white, but the whole damn rainbow, with extra sprinkles.

I am a warrior, a fighter who has dreamt of worlds both lost and unknown, one who has loved too much and too little at the same time, I was born to tear down the worlds, to unearth the universe that hides underneath and graffiti the fabric of reality with doodles of flowers and swirling lines. I absolutely refuse to be simplified with labels.

I see the world a little differently than you do, my concept of beauty is as unorthodox as it can get. I find flaws alluring; I see magic radiating from the broken pieces of your existence. I admire the struggle it takes to be a human, the strength we need to simply get out of bed on days when anxiety grips us and depression knocks on our door.

And oh how I dare, my love! How I dare to feel invincible; as strong as a diamond, yet as fragile as glass. How I dare to feel infinite, extend my wings and fly across the starry skies as I outstretch my arms, cigarette in one hand and a finger raised in another as a tribute to gender stereotypes.

I am strong today, because I chose to put down the blade and tilt my head, trying to shift my perspective of life.

I chose to save myself, to cling onto the lightest strand of darkness and climb out of the darkest abyss of my own mind.

I chose to love myself with such intensity that I tell you, the stars and the moon shit themselves with jealousy.

I am indestructible today, my darling, all because I chose.
I chose to be my superhero, today and forevermore.