Welcome to my latest exercise in an attempt to reach my goal of being a prolific writer in 2022. So, in addition to writing 1 short story each week (Because Ray Bradbury said you can’t write 52 bad ones – challenge accepted!) I will be attempting to post an original poem each day in April. This is not going to be easy – I’ve not really written poetry since college. So, these will be thrown together each day and not very edited.

I can hear you now – sucky stories and bad poetry? Sign me up.

For more information about the blogging challenge, see http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/)

Kryptonite

Kryptonite it is
Making me weak in the knees and changing
the direction of my movement and action

Kryptonite
saps my strength to do what is right
what is true
and cling to the little lies instead
the little lies that allow me to fit in, be one of,
to belong

Kryptonite

I don’t have to be Superman to have a weakness
I don’t have to be Superman to have this thing
that makes me ordinary
I am already ordinary
and my Kryptonite lies
and tells me I am special
and I deserve more
Or
it tells me I am nothing
and deserve nothing
My kryptonite is special that way
It can do it all

The opinions of others
My kryptonite.