Always Waitin' for a Superman

ALWAYS WAITIN' FOR A SUPERMAN

Anne Marie always wanted to be like the princess in the fairy tales at the end where the prince rescues her from her troubled life and they live happily ever after. She felt trapped, like a princess in her tower in her room upstairs for so many hours with no one to hear her cries, or feel her pain. No one cared enough. No one cared enough to be fully invested in helping her succeed. No one cared enough to be by her side through it all. No one cared; and so she felt small. They made her feel like she didn't matter. Her thoughts had no value, nothing ton listen to here.

She had to sit there in her room and await the inevitable; the day she would leave and no one would come after her, no one cared enough. She simply was just never good enough to be loved. That’s how her family had made her to feel. They made her feel like she wasn't important enough to go out into the world, to achieve her goals, to make something of herself, and that's all she ever wanted to do.

So she sat with her feelings in that room upstairs for hours of her life, lying on the hardwood floor, tears streaming from her face, the feel of wet tears on cold, creaky flooring. Her mind was aching, her hand cramping, as she sit on the floor and wrote poetry that no one would ever read. She was so alone, so afraid, and so unsure. She was always simply trapped there, in her forever tower in her head that trapped her in the same ways they trapped her back then. A princess, lost in the tower, the maze of life, the darkness that surrounded her...

Sometimes, we really need a superhero. We need someone to be there for us, to help us fly. It's not as easy as you would think to get by on your own, because it's a lonely journey. At the end, we need a Superman to help us see what's wrong, and how to fix it. So, sometimes we wished that superhero existed. How I would wish as a little girl for a man to come rescue me from my miserable family life. How I would stay up late, looking to the stars and wondering where he was. I wanted him to come take me away, and help me achieve my dreams, and help me help others. I wanted to believe that I could have the fairy tale. But the thing is, fairy tales aren’t real. So then, I stopped believing that Superman could be real.

I've spent my whole life waiting, and maybe that's the problem, after all. Maybe, I am in control of my destiny, maybe I'm the one who must save myself. I don't know all of the answers, but of this I'm sure; someone, someday, will come into my life and make me realize that I had the answers within me all along, and why can't that person be real? Why can't that person be me, instead of Superman? I'd like to believe that I could rise up from the ashes of my past and shock the whole world with my resilience and strength. I think that's what I'd like to do. Show the world, that maybe, there is a Superwoman, too. Someone who, is an ordinary woman, with extraordinary gifts. Able to touch the world and inspire a soul, just by being herself. I think that's how I'd like to help. I think that's how I'd save the world.