Cold Fire

We, the aloof, keep hid much of our sum.
For strengths or weaknesses, we don’t forth come.

Though, aloofness eludes me on the page.
I lay bare ridicule, contempts & rage.

Yet, day to day, I exist far away.
Not one or the other; but…mostly gray.

Empath’s, so often, do keep to themselves.
No shined surface & no access to delve.

Without this distance, we would overheat.
Those who love seers, know our hearts are not neat.