Pedestal

Please don’t place me on a tall pedestal. 

I know you think I’m perfection embodied, 

That I represent beauty humans can only dream of 

And ideals they must strive to achieve. 

And I know you want everyone else to see 

All that you see in me.  

 

But I’m just an idol made of clay 

And the height terrifies me, 

Because even though I look rock solid 

One push is enough to topple me off the platform 

And break me when I hit the ground. 

 

And even if you put me back together, 

The cracks from the fall will remain. 

Then people will see that I’m as flawed as them 

And replace me with a newer idol, 

As you did the one before me.