Origin Story

Based on the following prompt: Prompt # 11

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 11

I don’t know where I came from.

I hold too many stories:

One imagined origin story,

One boring, step by step list of how I grew,

One scientific, biological story,

One full-length cinematic feature

And the words of the eyes who watched it.

The loudest story is this one:

The one written in my organs and on my skin,

Haunting feelings that pop up again and again

And scream about things I can’t remember seeing.

It’s brash and it’s blurry;

I don’t trust what it says, even when it feels

Like solid truth reverberating and

Making sense of all the other origin stories in my grip.

I want to piece together all that made me

The superhero that I am today.

So I will keep listening to each part,

Training my eyes to interpret the pictures

And my tongue to translate the words;

Until I recognize my powers and my name

And the profound meaning behind them.