i will not unfurl
in your spotlight. i bloom best
in your long shadow.
~
i am not the type
to critique or condemn you
at least not out loud.
~
i cry handing you
your cracked watch, knowing you'll soothe,
"accidents happen."
~
wide-eyed, i attest
any punishment i dole
is all for your sake.
~
you cannot resent
the bruises that result from
asking me to dance.
~
sorry, love, it is
my way to hand you the rose
then kiss your pricked palm.
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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