I don’t feel super today.
Two or three steps behind
I keep pushing forward,
looking for reserves
when I just want to collapse.

I don’t feel super today.
Aiming for thorough
and complete
because people need me to be,
fighting my desire for distraction
masquerading as importance.

I don’t feel super today.
With my child fighting sleep
and me,
I stand my ground,
believing in future goals.
All I want to do is hide,
escape into creativity.

I don’t feel super today.
That still small super villain voice
tells me to stop fighting for just a moment
to regain control.
But, I would rather feel less super
than a failure.