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