spirit

I was told one day
a day spent in a basement
Sunday school to be exact,
that we are all spirits.

Formless,
pushing and pulling at the bodies, screaming, "LET ME OUT!"

I touched my belly,
wondering if stomach pains,
headaches,
eye twitches,
and diarrhea
were all signs of a restless spirit.

My sprint, a form
perhaps an angry one,
is pushing at my hapless body.

Wanting OUT.

Why walk when you can fly!
be invisible!

Be a superhero.