Several famous people have left this landscape of late. Where they are headed, only they can know. Perhaps for some they are fallen idols – not to be confused with idylls or ideals.
Idols are just that – idols. They’re not gods or goddesses, they live, breathe and pooh just like everyone else. And they make mistakes. Although some of these mistakes come out later (much later) and only when people feel safe to talk about them.
I haven’t worshipped anyone since I was a teenager. Back then it was Jim Morrison—I loved his poetry (and music). But I knew he was human and that he encountered pain, strife, confusion and battled his demons. Just like I did.
Maybe I’m a pessimist. Maybe I look for flaws because I’m only too aware of my own. Maybe I see things sometimes that others do not. That’s possibly because I’ve gone in to battle with myself…and come out the other side. Call it a hunch.
Idols
tiered pedestals
lean outwards reaching
open hearts.
Idols
fall from grace
lie immobile
unanswerable for inflicted pain.
Idols
just the same as
you and me
flawed immeasurably.
Idols.
Iona Winter 
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