Fictional Fancy

She’s a comic book character, a superwoman of sorts,
She’s the product of a fantasy and fantastically her being is real,
But can I trust that this authenticity that I see will ever be part of my reality?

In the midst of the shambles and the helter skelter
My mind wilts as my fate rescinds its bloom, by faith I might be doomed
To believe that it all may improve; jagged edges we wait to be smoothed.

In dreams my soul is soothed, in truth my heart is ruled,
I offered it in one piece, I just pray it doesn’t return to me fractured,
I’m caught up in the rapture, and if I’m lucky this fantasy will reveal itself to be true.

Will I ever know if this was just for show, an exhibition of my desire’s depth,
Would it behoove to exhale, I shall I hold me breath?
Until the truth finds me, my fantasy’s of superwoman are all I have left.