You look

down

at me from a skyscraper rooftop,

throwing stones casually

from your glass tower

smiling,

you sip coffee

as they shower over me.



Falling over myself

to please you,

I climb every flight of stairs,

dodge every stone,

smiling,

just to find that you

have built ten more floors

‘Come on,

it’s just a stone’s throw for you’, you say

as I dawn another doorway

clutching my gut,

only to find it cemented shut.



You always love to remind me

no matter how much I grow,

I am still ten floors



below

and it will never be as awe-inspiring as your growth,

the doors I could open; you close.



Thank you,

for showing me that there

is no limit



to the floors I can climb

and stones I can take on the chin



I am so far from the dirt

you would put me in



But I think it’s time I built my own skyscraper

with no stones

no stairs

just elevators

for those within.