Topaz

(not about me, just a challenge where you are given ten words and have to incorporate them into a poem. I used to do many of those kinds of challenges. Do they ever do them here? They really are great at inspiring people to create!) Topaz Atop his pedestal, a golden girl was I, Who never wanted to be up so high. For though I was a gem, I was no diamond, and we came undone just after we began! Why could he not accept the humanness in me? Such inconvenient truth he could not see. A doubt I’d had in him, he took for treachery, and so it was that he indicted me. No matter what I said, his anger overgrew. I waited, fearful of what would ensue. He knew at last that I was not his counterpart and tossed me off then with a hardened heart. Then like some hoary seer, he made a prophecy I’d have no other man as good as he. But he has proved to be a prophet false indeed. A simple topaz, sparkling gold, I’m freed!