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                                     when ignored and powerless I say
                                     nothing and wish I was a superhero
                                              trouble is
                                     I am ever invisible and by-the-way which
                                     then tips me to wish I was a titanic bodhisattva

                                              if only
                                     I could get all my acts
                                     together and stop feeling sorry for my constant
                                              lost self
                                     I would feel more comfortable in the love
                                     I have rather than awkward in the recognition
                                              I don’t





career & recognition wormhole: I don’t think I could do it anymore
identity wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
life wormhole: transition
love wormhole: again
superhero wormhole: inverse superhero