Skyscraper

 I want to be a skyscraper

I’m tired of making myself small.

My muscles ache with the tension I feel trying to shrink inside myself.

I desperately want to take up space, make myself big and feel tall,

Be high above all of the perceptions and misconceptions

..Taller than the opinions and the illusions of who I am

I want to be a skyscraper

An architectural wonder

A self-sufficient entity

With layers and floors of movement and life

Constantly changing and evolving

When I look out at the skyline at night and I see those skyscrapers sparkling in the dark,

My thoughts implode, shaking off the daydream, and I am brought back to myself

Reality hits and I am small again.

But I want to be a skyscraper