Here’s a profoundly personal sonnet I wrote a couple of years ago but it still rings true today.
No superhero, I’m only human,
The reality is that I am flawed.
Emotions, illogic, and acumen,
Existing behind a smiling façade.
You think I should be happy all the time,
Absurd belief, a life without drama.
Oblivious to the mountains I climb,
A complication of profound trauma.
If that’s what you need, I can be perfect,
I’ve been practicing throughout my whole life.
However, one day you will see me wrecked,
And you’ll disappear at the slightest strife.
Abandoning me during my freefall,
Never looking back, away you will crawl.
“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.” ~ Michelangelo