point b

There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by band aids or poetry. And the first time she realizes that Wonderwoman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows that she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Cause no matter how wide tou stretch your fingers your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me.
I’ve tried.

And baby, I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.

But I know that she will anyways. So instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby. Because there’s no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay… there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix, but that’s what the rain boots are for! Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat; to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind. Because that’s the way my mom taught me: That there’ll be days like this. There’ll be days like this, my momma said.

When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out ff the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you wanna save are standing on your cape. When your boots are filled with rain, and you are up to your knees with disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say Thank you! Cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away.