I may not be a super hero.

I may not be a superhero

I am having a very hard time sleeping nowadays 

along with even trying to sit down and concentrate 

on anything at all my head keeps spinning round and

round always aching with the  sounds of an 

annoying low roar like choppers

that are landing in an 

all-out war one that is raging causing me to hurt all 

the time with so many words that appear trying to 

escape my crazy crowded mixed

up mind all the 

while screaming "Use me I am more important or 

they will be" like me best" while whining "use me 

now or " take me first"  but why do they not understand 

that I am trying my best to use them all writing down on 

paper just as fast as I can all day long while staying up 

all night just as fast as I humanly can. I mean I do not

have any special powers I am not a super hero like 

Captain America, Thor, or even Spiderman and I do 

not wear tights or wear a cape like Batman Aquaman 

or even Superman, I don't have claws that rise up 

from my fist like the Wolverine or have any super talent 

like that of Stan Lee who is my hero by the way. Why 

don'tthey know that yet, I am just me I am who I am a Poet 

just a plan ordinary old man who is able to put down his

emotions on paper while making

them easy to read for 

everyone to understand for those that do not 

know how so they know that they are not alone 

and maybe if they are thinking about taking their 

own life I am asking them please don't just pick up 

a phone and talk to someone right now and I am 

only saying it because I do care or someone who 

has lost a close somebody and feels a little lost with 

tears in their eyes who needs just a hug and to read 

something nice even those who are like me that live 

in the darkness of depression with PTSD who has 

fought a war with addiction on both sides of the 

battle even those poor parents who have lost their 

children to PAS or Parent Alienation Syndrome 

who really does know what 

they are going through 

because I have lived that

nightmare and been there 

before and do 

understand all the pain the sadness the anger 

and more who believe that no one else cares, 

and now the more that I write this piece it is really 

starting to make me think that I may not be a 

Wonder Woman or the Hulk but I do like to help

others in their times of need and

no I can't fly in sky 

or pick up a car bend bare metal

or see through walls 

but then again who needs those powers when I have 

the power to heal spread love and peace with only 

just a pen filled full of all of my spilled ink that can

and has put a smile 

on any childs face inspire others to write to fight wars

against religion, gender, and race. So maybe 

after all the others who are Poets like me just 

may not be quite a super hero but we indeed all use 

super ink.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A Poet's Journey