Foundation
I would write a poem to tell you how I feel, but the words have gotten lazy; Barely strung together by aching fingers and exhausted thoughts on a foundation that is crumbling beneath the weight of hate and jealousy and uncertainty. It stands only a few flights tall, missing bricks next to pristine skyscrapers; Certified landmarks whilst I’m certified safe. That's not enough, not to be remembered. But the longer I hold it up the more it hurts. The slower I am. The higher they get. And every time I look up I lose a few more bricks. Maybe it’s time to scrap the foundations and start over with new blueprints. Something that can stand without the both of us breaking. Or maybe it’s time to accept defeat and stay grounded, lest I keep looking up at the skyscrapers only to find myself falling.