Tower of Pisa

I tell myself I’ve risen above the things that kept me grounded.

Yet the higher I go, the more afraid I become of falling.

And I could have sworn I saw it end before

When I peaked over the ledge.

Because even though I couldn’t touch the ground, it still lingers underneath who I am.

But now I’m starting to learn the value of an angle.

That to rise isn’t always a straight shot.

That you can still overcome the dirt while facing it head on

And I know I have a long way to go before I reach the top,

But I can still stand tall

Even if my structures

Were never the strongest.