Superpowers

The somatic therapist, who saved my life at least once, said,

feeling things deeply is your superpower.

I shot her the finger.

I am weary of feeling things deeply, I said.

I am worn out from letting in other’s pain and desires.

If I start crying I am convinced I will never stop.

Then that evening, when you opened the door and I saw your smile,

framed by the lines around your eyes you resist calling beautiful,

I finally decided I have no choice but to own

I am infinitely better feeling than not.