Don’t Put Me On A Pedestal

Don’t put me on a pedestal,
It’s so far down to fall.

My faults you close your eyes to now,
In time you’ll see them all.

My inner fears, my flaws and needs:
Humility, not shame.

So take me whole, both bad and good
And I’ll take you the same.

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His Heart Is Her Haven

She holds him at midnight.
Suffused in love,
Drifting into sleep.

Drifting into sleep,
Safe in the harbour
Of his protection.

The day is no longer young.
From a dream she awakes,
Nothing has changed.

Nothing has changed,
He’s still there.
His heart is her haven.

She Sits Alone

She sits alone all day
And looks out of the window.

A window dusted with snow,
quietly waiting for spring.

Spring warms the garden,
yellow daffodils blink in surprise.

Surprised by the heat of summer,
she opens the window and cries.

She cries and her tears fall
with the autumn leaves.

She sits alone all day
And looks out of the window.

Copyright © Shona Silverman 2018