Break me open

I am a tower always falling over

When breaking points become doorways…

Doorways | Mixed Media Collage by Colleen Kam Siu

I am a tower 
always falling over.

The earth trembles, 
my will collapses.
Damn these shifting sands.

How to reconstruct
a fortress?
Walking softly,
stealing minutes,
erecting windowless walls.
Ghosts stuck
in corridors
tell me
old stones
are truth:
You cannot have the sky.

Break it down.
Rebuild! Rebuild!

Unbearable rubble,
smoke in my eyes.
This blueprint
for a kingdom
is, in fact,
a prison.

Break me open— 
flash of freedom,
let me fall.
Rebuild, rebuild.

This time,
stairs to see the stars.