Deviant

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I am the deviant.


I've spend a million eons kicking cans off cliffs,

Whether they're empty or otherwise.


I've tossed a thousand thousands into the blackening abyss,

Whether it was a waste of time or not.


I've thrown 13 years of confidence down that vaguely symbolic drain,

All for 13 minutes of pleasure,

And what did it leave me with,

But 13 months of brutal torture?


I am the broken.

For my shattered porcelain pieces are nothing tape or glue can mend.


I am the damned.

For I am doomed to repeat my cycle until a Death that will not come.


And yet,

I shall never be saved by a man in a mask,

Or a fool in blue tights always flexing his muscles.

No, for I have realized that the real superheroes in this world,

Aren't the ones who hide behind a costume and facade,

But the ones who can bare their own skin proudly,

And smile with their faces open to the glimmering sun,

And accept themselves for who they are.


The real saviors of our world,

Don't need armor,

To be shining Knights,

But are content,

With their every flaw, 

For as we know, a smear of dirt,

Among the fallen stardust,

Only adds to the beauty that is Nature. 

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Thanks to prosenpoetry for giving me the prompt of "superheroes." I hope I did her prompt justice, and to all of my readers out there, I highly recommend her poetry collection "Journey" as it contains many fabulous pieces I adore. 

In addition, I have to dedicate this piece to RyanBH, because his poem "The Truth Revealed" was in part the inspiration for this piece. When I first saw prosenpoetry's prompt, I had no idea how to interpret it in a way that would express the theme I wanted to, but after reading Ryan's magnificent, thought-provoking poem, it all became very clear. For this, Ryan, I can't thank you enough. :) 

As always, thank you all for reading, my Rosebuds. :)

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