No superheros
I had no Santa Claus,
Easter bunny super imagined
rescuers that could take me out
fancy flight of my
everyday exsistence. I know
the score. I lived reality. I learnt
early, so I did.
When I needed a hero, I needed
someone who could live through
the confusion of my world.
Who wouldnt have to fly off in 
a silly cape to fight enemies
but could stand strong and live with grace
right here.
In my world.
You know who I found?
Who became my hero?
Who I loved more fiercely, believed in
most highly, idolized unbelieveably
he was that good
My da. I’m serious. Not in a corny
way. No. My da was my hero.
My da could handle it all.