She was a superhero in her own mind.
She walked on water, to the blind..
Her tool was fire
She enjoyed hanging from wires.
All around her, she believed in magic powers,
Or night time towers.
She craved excitement
And feared, the smell of mint.
Walking the streets, alone
You could have been her clone.
Looking pretty silly, a mirror image of you has shown.
Wasn't that yours to own.
You could have worked alongside together.
But you chose to never,
Never bounce from life to death,
Those were the wishes, coming from your breath.
©terrylin53
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