“With great power comes great responsibility.”

Almost every superhero movie or comic I’ve ever seen or read has that basis.

So me in my 6-10-year-old mind is thinking,

“Why don’t I have this great power to be responsible with?”

I was wrong…

Yes…

I was wrong…

 

I have power beyond the mortal eye,

more complex than what the mundane mind can even comprehend.

I was crafted by the stars that aligned in the sky.

I was gifted by the universe...the cosmos if you will.

I am honey and peppers, a little bit of night and day.

 

My power is to see the colors of the rainbow that band across the sky

like the ribbons that children wave to tie in their hair.

My power is to listen and understand and put myself in the shoes of others,

while wiping their tears and sorrows form their eyes.

My power is inconceivable and unimaginable.

Because my power is humanity, all the specimen in its entirety

all the world, at my fingertips,

The tendrils that grow and climb to the beat and pulse of the earth.

My power is to love, love so strongly that the sparkle never leaves my eyes,

that my nerves have an endless tingle.

Filling me with every morsel of love this world has to offer.

 

My power is to love myself, even when nobody else loves me.

To kiss my own fingertips and hug my own curves.

My power is infinite.

My love definite.

Myself….extraordinary

This is my power… This is great… This is my responsibility.