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You're My Wonder Woman-But I'm No Superman

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I know for a fact you’re Wonder Woman,

There’s no doubt of that.

But I’m surely no Superman,

No, I ‘m not your Superman.

Sorry, but I’m not.

If I was? I’m defeated.

They stripped the "super" out from "man".

Or perhaps I did.

Perhaps my fear made my grip loosened on the "super" and I regressed back to just "man".

Enemies struck me down upon a bed Kryptonite spikes.

I am impaled with Kryptonite. That terrible green glow blinds me. My strength is turning to ashes before my eyes.

Their harsh, grating laughter rings in my ears like a death knell of my power and dignity.

Sorry, but I’m not the Superman you believe I am.

Confidence is what I lack, I can’t act with tact.

I’m just a mess of a man who went too far on the edge of his own abilities.

They gave the mantle of power but my knees tremble under the weight.

I can no longer bear the burden of power.

I don't lead. I wasn't meant to be a leader.

All I can do is follow where you rule.

You try to prop me up; insist I am the hero you somehow believed me to be.

But I am not your Superman.

You don't deserved to be disappointed by someone like me.

Your faith in me wounds me like a hundred glass shards.

So go on being Wonder Woman because that is your true self.

Shine like the sun- I am only too glad and grateful I am allowed to stand under your warm rays as you radiate.

I'll be your squire, you best second, your lionheart- but not really.

You see, I'm really your hound. And hounds never betray those they serve. And hounds will die for you with nary a thought of themselves.

So I'm your hound- not noble, not majestic, not powerful- but damningly loyal when all else abandons you.

Sorry, but sorry, I am not your Superman.

Take care- it looks like the Kyptonite is coursing through my veins- everything looks so dim before my eyes.

Where are you? Can you lead me by the hand?

So your old hound can follow you still?

Sorry I'm not your Superman-

But I'll be your hound as long as you live and beyond the grave even still.

So burn bright, Wonder Woman.

Burn bright, my Amazon Queen.


An informally worded poem improvised over the course of a week.

Although this can be viewed as a universal theme for those who feel they haven't reached the level their beloved or friends have attained, I daresay this poem acutely captures the strain Taisto has with his lack of confidence and his failures.

(Although they would have NO idea who on earth is Wonder Woman or Superman)

He's never envious of Minuk, but feels guilt he cannot be the heroic person that she is to him.
He resigns himself and contents himself that he can be her hound- he is determined to stick by her side ans serve her with his all.

Perhaps we all feel like life is Kryptonite to our powers. But perhaps we are fortunate enough to have a Wonder Woman (or a Suuperman) in our lives.
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sylphwriter24's avatar
I love the relateability of this piece.  It's not infrequent to look in the mirror and wonder, "What is it my friends/family see in me that they claim is so wonderful?"  It's easy to be blind to both our inner demons and our inner virtues.  Others can often see what even our own eyes refuse to acknowledge.  Maybe it's for that reason mankind is social by nature: it is through our relationships that our brightest side can be seen and polished.  Very thought-provoking.  Thanks for writing it. :)