Gravity

When I was five,
I took a dive
from a gleaming slide.

In the odd lurch
from that tall perch
all twisted in flight

bone snapped like pine
splitting hairline
fractures in my wrist.

Packs of blue ice
numbed me down twice
in that woozy daze

till getting patched,
plaster attached
all to stabilize

my healing force
right at the source
of calamity

so that one day
I’d climb to play
Superman again.

heather wilkins
when my brother-in-law was a small child, he made himself a super-man cape, jumped off the garage roof, almost killed himself. that is a kid at play.

Susan Jarvis
Ah, the caped crusader brought down to earth... a shining metaphor for life, if ever I've heard it! A great read. :)

Kendzi
Ha ha! Oh, bet there was some Kryptonite up in there or some where. Go ahead, try again!

carol
great write

James T. Adair
Nicely told as a rhyme

heterodynemind
And super- writer also. (smile)

Chaos1214
Ouch! An early student of Nietzsche, were you?

LightH2O
Aw! the innocence of a child... sounds painful. Well written and nice rhyming.