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.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
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.
ellie elliott
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