My Power

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Let’s pretend like we are little,

and I have the power

to turn invisible.

But only sometimes,

since other times

my power is, I control the weather.

Or maybe,

I shoot fireworks from my fingers.

Or maybe

my power is, I’m so awesome

that nothing corrupts me.

But don’t worry,

whatever the power,

I’m always okay to give luxury away;

I don’t need a million bucks

or a mansion

or a party

to be heroic

and happy.

But my kryptonite is–

I fear to admit–

I do need

just severals hours of sleep one night,

just a handful of meals in a row,

just a minute or two

of precious air–

My power is,

I am alive

and I need things to stay alive

and I will do many deeds

to keep them.