sturdy to stand on.
That’s what I need.
Something more than houses
made from straw.
A floor I can stomp on relentlessly,
walls I can lean on hopelessly.
I want something built to last,
and to hold the weight of the ins and outs-
the ups and downs.
We don’t need a mansion,
just walls to lean on, and a floor to stomp on-
a solid roof to live under.
Because I would rather sleep in a box made from stone,
than a castle made from sand.
I would rather sleep
without the floor washing away,
or walls of straw collapsing.
Just something small
and sturdy to stand on-
to lean on.
Because big things don’t matter
if they can so easily be swept away.