All my life,
people have placed me on a pedestal
to protect me.
I stand alone.
Cold and distant.
Untouchable and pure.
Inviolate.
Safe.
Worshipped from afar like some abstract object.
Drooled over and desired,
but rarely approached.
I have to admit,
there is some cold comfort
in my remote protectiveness.
I don't suffer from many of the maladies that befall others.
However,
my aloofness shut me away from others as well as myself.
Most don't realize;
I'm flesh and blood like them.
I want to be touched,
loved,
respected for myself,
not for my outward coolness.
Slowly, yet gently,
I chip away at the outer cool, smooth marble
to reach the warm-hearted woman
underneath.
I have come off the pedestal a long time ago.
Unfortunately,
parts of it still cling to me,
keeping some at a distance and in awe
of my supposed power.
They don't realize;
my power doesn't come from being remote.
It comes interaction.
It comes from within,
not from without.
Now, I am a goddess
with her feet on the ground
and her head in the sky.
Approachable if you are willing to look
underneath
the surface.
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