Growth

To measure you inch by inch
To see your presence at every step
Only then will she acknowledge your worth.

The pain may not seem so painful.
The struggle may seem bearable
If she could note down every dent, every bruise
Tally them up, one by one
Only then will she acknowledge your worth.

The steady rise, like night to day, is too abstract.
So she yearns for the moment-to-moment record,
Labelling, chartering and cross-referencing;
An architect's blueprint for her life.
Only then can she acknowledge your worth.

She finds no comfort in reflecting,
Her impatience is her downfall.
© shellyhu