More Old Writing

Supergirl
My powers are gone
my wings have been clipped.
No more flying for me
those inspirational tirades - history
come humility - gone vanity.
The phone booth is vacant
the hot line rings dead
I'm just another working gal
trying to stay ahead.
Just one of the crowd
nothing so damn special.
Don't SOS me for help
not ready, willing, nor able
my cards - they're on the table
!No habla Espanol aqui!
Try my replacement!
All washed up
supergirl no more
such a GD bore .........
living is such a chore.

One Night
You took me in to your log home in the snowy woods. I could see the twinkling of your lights through the trees. Cold, covered with snow and shivering I timidly knocked on your door. You opened it up, I saw your face and I knew that this was where I would find a safe haven from the storm. You removed my coat for me and led me to a big comfy chair. It was dark green and had large inviting cushions. Then you made me some vegetable soup and hot chocolate. A meal never tasted so good. We sat in front of your fire, you and I, getting acquainted, talking about so many things, bonding, learning. You got out your guitar and wrote a song for me. I felt pampered, desired and safe. I knew I should go home, but something about you made me want to stay forever. When the sun set, you ushered me to your big green couch, set me up with a pillow and blanket, told me a bedtime story about a princess and a castle and a fire-breathing dragon. I closed my eyes and slept more soundly than I had ever slept. Your warmth, caring and strength lulled me into a safe slumber. The next morning, a strange thing happened. I told you I wanted to stay here with you forever, but you said that was not possible. I turned my head not wanting you to see the tears that had suddenly sprung from my eyes. I wanted to yell and scream, "please don't make me go. This is real - it is right!" But instead, without a word I put on my brown coat, hat and gloves, opened the door to the gray cold morning. I did not say thank you or goodbye or anything. I just walked away.
When I reached the edge of his woodsy land, I turned around for one last look hoping to see him in the doorway calling me back. All I could see was the dark smoke billowing from his chimney and the endless trees stretching before me.