It feels weird
To move outside a comfort zone
It feels weird
To say goodbye to all I’ve known
It feels weird
To stand outside a closed locked door
When suddenly
It opens for me no more
It feels weird
To finally know
I’m alone
I’ve become my own
Hero
Tag hero
Hero
Be your own hero
In all you say and do
Have courage
And to yourself be true
Wait for no one
Or three or two
But stand in strength
And believe in you!
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Pedestal
I placed him on a pedestal
Because that’s where he needed to be
That’s where he belonged
Until one day he stepped off the pedestal
And disappeared from sight
An unforgettable hero
Leaving broken hearts and footprints
Alone in fading light
My Hero
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “My Hero.”
When my mood is low
He leaves me be
When I need help
He rescues me
When I awake
He brings me tea
If its coffee I would like
He brews me one
When I wished for a ring
He bought some gold
When I longed for babies
He gave me two
When I want to talk
He will lend an ear
Two things he will not do
One is listen to me sing
It hurts his ears
Or read all my poetry
There are too many words
But even so
If there was a hero
I would have to choose
My husband
Because I love him
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