The Toppled Tower
I used the stones in place of bones
to build a tower in my home.
I waited until I was alone
or mommy would have known.
I let myself see that the tower was as tall as me.
All my bones showed that I had grown.
Once the tower stood tall,
I knew it was time for it to fall.
Great destruction upon my instruction!
The chaos was my payoff.
I left a little mess so that I might confess.
For there was glory in my story.
Still my addiction was a fiction.
The rise is all a disguise
to demonstrate nature’s true prize.