Michele Holub Poet Free verse

Pedestal

I was crawling my way out of a dark tunnel 

of low self-worth and lower self-esteem 

When suddenly I behold a radiant light  

showing me a man’s silhouette, holding out his hand 

And I quivered, for this is what he said, 

“Come out, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal,  

you deliciously beautiful human.” 

 

And it was sweet, when he presented to me 

his photo, sometimes goofy and sometimes somber 

Then he implored of me to return the favor 

I was shy but obliged, replying, “As you wish.” 

And I smiled, for this is what he said 

“Great pose, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal. 

You make me hot with your body karate.” 

 

Before I could grasp what was happening 

A steady rapport developed in haste 

And I realized steadily over a thrilling time 

How he made me feel good about myself 

And I chuckled, for this is what he said,  

“You are funny, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal 

You make me laugh you hilarious human.” 

 

Then his words took hold of a whole new shape 

My heart started melting and my mouth was agape 

It occurred that he knew how to touch me 

without physically touching me at all 

And I softened, for this is what he said,  

“You are such a f*cking babe, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal. 

You impact me, thanks for being you.” 

 

Delightfully for a time we dined and we talked 

Fervishly we drove and leisurely we walked 

We got rather cold and we kissed in the snow 

He sheepishly caressed me with a second chance 

And I fell, for this is what he said 

“You’re a 10, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal. 

You stun me and I appreciate you.” 

 

I sought out his presence at every chance 

The feelings inside felt like such elegance 

He charmed as he played me his rollicking music 

My fortunate ears prickled at his rhythmic magic 

And I swooned, for this is what he said,  

“You are really f*cking cool, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal,  

you special and cherished human being.” 

 

And lo and behold my confidence ballooned 

But I attached too tightly like a cuddly buffoon 

Then I wondered and worried too much to admit 

While his measured calmness dismissed it away 

And I relaxed, for this is what he said,  

“Silly goose, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal.  

I soothe you and you soothe me.” 

 

My adoration for him swelled up even more 

My excitement had ruptured and splattered all over 

With him I soared each step we went higher 

My head got so high it caused unintentional damage 

And I burst, for this is what he said,  

“Ladyface, take my hand, let’s go up the pedestal. 

You should know what high regard I hold you in.” 

 

He cleverly avoided my emotional heap 

And quietly retreated into blackness so deep 

So I chased and I clawed at this terrible wall 

that he had built up around him so tall 

And I shook, for now he didn’t say anything at all. 

His words had lifted me up high on that pedestal 

Making the fall harder when I tumbled down.

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