
p is for pedestal.
In a world of my own invention
You towered above me
And I should have left you there.
Don’t put anyone on a pedestal
Everyone always tells me
I boldly vehemently disagree
In the clouds you were my dream
Whatever I wanted you to be
A convergence of hearts
Of words of imagination
Frozen in idealistic anticipation
Until you crashed through
And fell to me at the foot
Of that majestic pillar
Gave me what I thought I wanted
But reality destroyed fantasy
I lost everything I adored
Because the distance between us
Was the home of our magic
Hope and yearning disintegrated
Because off that giant rock
The dream was no more.
[This is an unintentional companion to my poem imperfection. Sort of the flip side… maybe… kind of. And perhaps p is also for pain.]
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Image courtesy of Hajin Bae.
A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z.