Look to the skies
not a bird
nor a plane
Disguised with a desk
and pen
Red cape
tucked,
under a sweater
or two
Hidden
but we know
it is there
Bulletproof exterior
not a shot
could break
him
But
every now and then
silver manages to
burst through
A simple crisis
turns to kryptonite
breaking his heart
but not his certainty
Sometimes you cannot
save the world
But your red cape
still manages
to shine through.