The little girl had great, big dreams.
She told her mother that she'd never give up.
Always the best,
Always ongoing,
Always winning.
Moving too fast,
Leaving out too much,
Forgetting to take a step back.
Sixteen in college,
Nobody by her side,
Looking at the picture of her mother,
In black and white.
Dead.
Overworked.
She fought
Competitors, rivals, thoughts, and emotions,
One word in head,
Win.
Then,
She too, died from that.
Too much work,
Too much money,
Too successful,
Too lonely.
Not a mother of a strong daughter,
Not a friend of a caring person,
Not a wife of a handsome billionaire,
Not a woman living in her dreams.
She finally turned her head,
But the path back,
Too dark,
No light,
Too sad,
No joy.
Empty.
Lonely.
Oh.
And too dead,
No life.
Because she
Couldn't trust the hands extended towards her,
Couldn't appreciate the promise of a carousel,
Couldn't enjoy the smell of dough in oven,
Couldn't drop everything
And watch a rainbow disappear.
Because she thought
That life can't be beautiful,
That superman can't fly,
That the rainbow would disappear
anyways.
A/N: How was it?? Haha, this is my first time publishing poems!! It would mean a great deal to me if y'all would be willing to write in a couple of feedbacks for me in the comment section <3 Thank you so much for taking the time to read through this poem, I hope it was decent~~ ILYSM <3
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Superman Can't Fly
PoetryA collision of sadness, pain, desire and so much more. There are lots of impossible things that we believed to be possible such as mending a broken heart, forgetting a traumatic past and reliving the most joyous moments. Sometimes, it seems like the...
