Poems & Essays

29 Jun

My Superpower

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It makes me stretch and change shapes.
My arms can be the swings 
he can sit on and play for hours.  
I can be the parachute he can use 
to slow down his fall when flying, 
the rubber boat he climbs up to,
when he feels he’s drowning. 

It allows me to see through the darkness. 
When he’s sick and scared 
and he looks for my eyes,
I make sure they shine with a very bright light.
I become a beacon. Fixed in place and centered,
I don’t leave or stop glowing, because I know 
that if I do, he may get lost and I with him.

My super-power pulverizes anger 
faster than an atomic bomb, 
anger that, like an old faded sweatshirt
that doesn’t fit anymore, 
has been stored in one closet of my heart for so long
it has become another part of myself,
like my flesh, my hair, and my bones. 

It crushes stress into dust 
better than a M4 Sherman tank,
the stress of having to juggle 
cooking, cleaning, 
teaching, grading papers,
and a burdening desire to be perfect in everything I do
that bends my back and shrinks my lungs till I can’t move.

My sweet boy makes me strong, powerful, invincible.
Mother Love is my armor, my shield, and my sword.

Mari-Carmen Marin was born in Málaga, Spain, but moved to Houston, TX, in 2003, where she has found her second home. She is a professor of English at Lone Star College—Tomball, and enjoys dancing, drawing, reading, and writing poetry in her spare time. Writing poetry is her comfy chair in front of a fireplace on a stormy winter day. Her work has appeared in several places, including, Wordriver Literary Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, Dash Literary Journal, Months to Years, The Awakening Review, Lucky Jefferson, American Writers Review, and Willowdown Books.

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