sunflowers by the sea

Glass Stairs

In about a decade
When success might finally
Be something in which
I have made,
I wonder who
Will come along
For me to share
The flooding of my emotions
Of finally making it
To the top of the stairs?

For if I remain a girl
Forever lonely and alone
With no one really special
Being by my side
Then what will be the use
Of winning every single prize?

For when moments
Cannot be shared,
And memories
Cannot be made,
Then I do not see the use
Of all of my works
And sleepless nights
And simply just
Stay up so late
In hopes of filling up
This emptiness within my heart,
For I have learnt
Work cannot take up
This bottomless and endless open space;
A hole made,
Drilled,
Into the already hollowness of my heart

For if happiness is something
I cannot seem to grasp
Or even see in sight,
Then what is the use
Of chasing my future
When I do not have
A glimmer of hope
With this emptiness within my heart
Finally being filled up...
Finally being
Whole again?

And with that,
I will only tumble
Down
Down
Down
The stairs of doom
For the empire I have built
And the stairs I have climbed
In such painfully slow time
Was one made out
Of glass...
Easy to be shattered
Into a million pieces
Which can never,
Never be pieced back together