I fly across the skies, fighting crimes and revealing lies, saving lives and renewing ties… I stop meteors from demolishing the earth and kill monsters that appear from the dirt. I save cats from falling from trees, stop forest fires and excessive heat… I fight mobs and bring them to justice, I stop thieves and send them to jail, community service, rehabilitate.
When my daily duties are done in the city, I come home to my kryptonite. She’s the one I love, but it seems like a constant fight, and even though it hurts when we’re together, I still run to her every cry. Even though I’m superman I still can’t see through her lies, its like I’m so deep in love that I’m blinded by her every groove. She’s the only one I can’t overcome, and even though being with her is like being hugged by the sun, somehow coming home to her is still somewhat fun.
Sometimes it feels like a dream, like I’m living a lie, I have to find the closet and rip my shirt open to see if I really see that big red S that’s supposed to be on my chest, for only superman in this much pain could still find happiness…
OK, so I’m not really superman, but she’s still my kryptonite, and during the days my daily duties really feels like a fight, and it does hurt but gives me joy when I get home at night… And even though her name is not Louis Lane, somehow I still love her just the same, and I’m always there at her every beckon call but for us to agree seems like it takes my energy, like it takes my all…
It’s like she’s where I get my strength but at the same time, the only thing I can’t overcome, that wall. She’s my energy but also my kryptonite, it seems nothing can help me now, not even if I looked in the mirror and really saw superman in my eyes, there’s nothing to ward-off my kryptonite.
By Paul B. Peddie
August 27, 2010.
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