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[forsiythia]

Building the tower
clumsy layers
confusion
after another
builds a faulty
foundation
hoping that
cement will appear
between the bricks of thought

Staring at the finished
tall nothing but hope
she wants to go inside

Visions of the tower falling
she waits outside
dreaming of what could be
imagining the unknown

Can only hope build cement
to make the tower
strong enough;
to go inside
and touch the walls?

She doesn't believe
In hope
Not anymore

Cement could never be
She built it
too quickly
Timing was off

Building takes time
The right weather
The right tools
The right person to do the job..