supposed not to concern us

[Billy]

supposed not to concern us

i was whisked away by inner storms
blown to the end of myself and back
alighting on my feet most of the time

like a superman of the Nietsche type
not the kryptonite de-weaponized one
i survived war-torn bedazzled by luck

or providence whistling down the road
to redemption or death all the same
wanting to be loved even when I knew

that wasn't it not the one i had known
the real thing hid in the grass like a
tiny creature afraid to come out not

accustomed to man-handling and
show, better a coaxing tender voice
aware of the creature's shock and

its fragile body its fragile world hidden
within this outer one and just as real
avoiding the thoughtless steps of others

[BobBradshaw]

I am blown away by that imaginative opening stanza.

[RamanathanSiva]

All the final three stanzas work for me. I am still pondering over the ,'wasn't it not', to understand what it really means.

Siva

Can you please request Michael to show me how to rejoin.

[Billy]

Thanks Bob and Siva