Envy

The dreams I cherish and ache to become reality
Fly inches out of reach.
Laughing and teasing in my face,
Taunting me with my own desire.
But my arms are bound and tied,
My fingers too small to even scrape the edges…
Frustration and anger build day by day
As the dreams run around in my head.
My face, bright green with envy
Masking the sadness with a bright white smile.
I beg you to lift me up,
Give me that extra boost…
So that I may at least grasp one and bring it down,
Hold it tight against my chest.
My heart aches for just one,
One shot of adrenaline…
Yet, instead it weeps in a cold fog.
Give me just one wretched inch,
One push, one tiny string of luck just once…
Something to lift my spirits..
But alas.
I stand on my own two feet,
Straining on tipped toes,
Arms outstretched,
stubby fingertips wriggling in desperation,
Still unable to reach.