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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

April - NaPoWriMo - 20

You put me on a pedestal
My feet were made of clay
You trusted me to be your all
I slowly dripped away

You tried to carve my name in lights
Writ large across the sky
Then learned I was afraid of heights
A broken promise I

You made me more than I could be
And more than dreams could tell
You were my all, you set me free
Than bound me to your valiant pedestal.

I’m just a statue fallen down
I’m broken on the earth
But now you lift me up I’ve found
In you true love’s rebirth

Written for ReadWritePoem #20 the hero poem, for my husband, my hero

2 comments:

Marianne ... said...

Well written hero poem, Sheila. I especially like this stanza:
"You made me more than I could be
And more than dreams could tell
You were my all, you set me free
Than bound me to your valiant pedestal."

Cara Holman said...

Very nice! I have to agree with Marianne, my favorite line was "You made me more than I could be/ And more than dreams could tell..."