Fears,Dearest

I thought you
were the one
in a cage,
and it was me
set free.
Seems not
to be the case
Pedestals scratched,
nails torn and bleeding
red stripes
on white granite,
I'm clawing my way
up the pillar
I've chosen
to place you on,
scaling unreachable heights
vertiginous
mind reeling,
to reach the place
holier,
than you or me,
where I approach,
knees bent
on all fours,
to worship somewhere
I revere sufficiently
to call home