Julz: The Secret Society

The Secret Superheroes 

I don’t remember chasing a funny white rabbit, 

Neither did I fall down a magical hole;

Entering a dream that is undoubtedly never ending.

The Muggles versus the Wizards.

Superman and Clark Kent.

Bruce Wayne and Batman.

The Mother versus the Bereaved Mother. 

Only the final one didn’t give me Super Powers,

Our poison isn’t as simple as Kryptonite.

And we certainly can’t hide behind a cape and costume.

Like The Superheroes we have to be careful who we reveal our secrets to.

We’re not deadly.

But somehow we come across as terrifying

Though we don’t get given a wand 

Or even lessons on how to use our “powers” 

But we’re expected to know how to use them.

Our magical powers is living

With child sized hole in our hearts.

Expected to read minds,

To know who we can speak to, 

How far we can take the conversation. 

Is it easier to say 3 or 4?

Who am I trying to save?

Save people “normals” from the entirety of a pain,

But saving them by raising awareness so they never have to 

Endure this journey.

You could say we’re The Avengers 

No two parents' loss is the same

But we all have the power to save

The strength to break the thick wall of silence

Our magical power is

Breathing

xxxxx