Untitled For Another Day

The pedestal
has come crashing down
I always do this
place people at incredibly tall heights
without a ladder
you can’t climb down
I can’t climb up
and maybe
just like the lone sailor
who washes ashore
on the island
of natives
I think you are a god
the savior
only to find out
that you make fire from matches
not magic
and then
I want to hunt you down
and burn you at the stake
for deceiving me
I’m not mentally ill
just illusional
about people sometimes
and my own worth
I get up every morning for work
comb my hair
brush my teeth
put on my clothes
I pay taxes
I try to be a descent person
and if I should find out
that I am wrong
even if eternity passes
I will admit it
I stand up for what I believe in
and try to leave alone what I do not
your rants have become raves my friend
and why is it
that when we are emotionally vulnerable
we repel what we need
and when we turn our backs
what we needed comes back
like a moth to flame
it is just as Jack said
“mankind is like dogs, not gods”
you have to stay mad
you have to snarl and bite
to get a pet or a crumb
or respect
if I saw you in the marketplace 
of “Love In The Time of Cholera”
I would have to tell you
“I’m sorry, I was mistaken”
and turn my back
because I just realized
the truth of the matter is
I am better than you
and maybe this scares you
or maybe
you just don’t care
I always do this

~Jenny