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April 9, 2016

Some Heroes Wear Housecoats Instead of Capes. {Poem}

lights, night, window

Some heroes scare monsters from closets and out from under beds.

Some heroes fly across sleeping city skylines and chase bad people out of town.

Some heroes help make staying, easier.

Some heroes wear housecoats instead of capes.

I do some of my best writing in this house coat. It’s usually nestled somewhere between midnight and three in the morning.

I crawl from bed with not much on and this wild mane casting wild onto shadowed-walls. I wrap the robe round my body like my own superhero cape. In these dark-lined, sleepy hours, I can write anything.

Tonight, it’s love.

That old, favourite well-worn t-shirt against lavender-bath bedtime skin met by a new pair of socks on clean, ocean-loved feet kind of love.

It’s plain and it’s simple.

It’s anything other than plain or simple.

We are as perfectly ordinary, as we are extraordinary together.

One moment I’m certain there are universal truths being uncovered at a rapid pace, while the next moment strikes us back to being human.

It’s as easy, as it is difficult. It’s as rewarding, as it is nearly enough. It’s the stuff the dreams in my mind thought heart-stuff was made of, while I’m learning it is made of anything but.

Because;

Some heroes scare monsters out of closets and out from under beds. Some heroes fly across sleeping city skylines and chase bad people out of town.

Some heroes help make breathing, easier.

And some heroes wear housecoats instead of capes.

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Author: Claire Colbeck 

Editor: Sara Kärpänen

Photo: Rayan Pouncy  / Unsplash &  Hernán Piñera / Flickr 

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