Reaching

Not what I seem,

I'm just a superman scene.

Seems I'm flying forward,

but I'm getting pulled back

Kryptonite...every night,

It lights up the black.

Reflection without protection.

Can I see what I what I lack?

Eat me from the inside,

where no one will reach.

There was never a security to breach.

To whom or what should I beseech?

The toxins consume me ,

I wanted consumed.

Not like this!

Hand me a broom!

Cleaning fervently ,

Hopelessness blooms!

Too much for too little!

I'm strong yet brittle!

The debris covers me,

Yet I clearly see!

The one I'm reaching for...

It's me!

Heather Hughes