Gradually Becoming

The Eiffel Tower sits on it’s throne draped in gold

endless splendor

glory and thoughtfulness  

Basking in it’s recognition and appreciation

Then sits the less sparkly tower down the street

outgoing and strong, perfectly imperfect,

with insight on the world that can only be gained with experience of her place in this world

Hoping to become more than just that word out tower down the street

Competing for a chance to prove herself to spectators

as they crowd like cattle

passing judgments about the crumbling bricks

But the cattle forgets to look at her from other angles to see what parts are still whole

Like the one of the thick books in the library, ordinarily overlooked

Hoping to become more than just that worn tower down the street

But she will get her day soon

determination and courage never amounted to nothing

and everyone will see her

because there are never any good defeats and bad successes

Always desiring that one day, just one day, she will be more than the worn out tower down the street

but it’s a long wait for some days are just more gradual than others