Saturday 3 June 2017

Wrecks.

You change when you are with them,
Subtly, quietly, but I see.
You switch from hyper to anxious.
Emotions riding a stormy sea.
You're manically laughing with joy one minute.
Face contorted with fear the next.
The revel in the glory,
And leave me with wrecks.
I will always be safe harbour.
I will always light my house.
I will encourage you, my tiger,
And soothe the timid mouse.


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