Even her loose ends are frayed.
Splintered,
unravelled,
messy –
real.
She’s finally discarded the cape
that gave her missions impetus,
along with her illusions
of being able to save anyone but herself.
She walks with a limp,
but the scars scab over
now that they are allowed air.
Her gait,
like the end of her rope,
is damaged –
but a new authenticity lends
dignity to torn edges,
beauty to fragmented spirit.
She owns not just her strengths
but her brokenness;
its tangles are a net
spread over troubles seas,
catching unexpected graces
too numerous and astounding to be named or counted.
Chaos has lent her courage,
counted her among the genuine,
labelled her approachable,
and that makes her
a Superhero.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Re-blogging this one :). Perfect for me, today.
Thanks! 🙂
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Perfect for me, today. Thanks, Melody!
You’ve been there and done that…
Um – yeah. Very freeing to get rid of that old cape! 🙂
(smiles)
Isn’t that just like grace, to be unexpected?
Absolutely delicious, isn’t it? Thanks, Tina…
WOW, this is rich and brimming over with good stuff, Mel. I LOVE the image of a net of strengths and brokenness that catches numerous unexpected graces…WOW.
Thanks, my dear friend. I appreciate the grace you dispense!
timeless!
Just like Batman… 😀
I like your definition of a SuperHero… very real.
Thank you! 🙂
When I see your pictures, I actually envy you. At least you know it’s Winter! Over here it’s just a bad hybrid of Winter and Spring. The sun has very sharp teeth in Romania and it bites hard 🙂
Each type comes with its own challenges, I guess. I’m definitely ready for these icy roads to be over and done with… 🙂
Wonderful!
Christine
Thanks so much! 🙂