Brick After Brick
Brick after Brick
Imported and plastered with
paste made from tasteless
waste; words of scorn
Day after sun-baked day
dried and hardened,
trusted to hold
this tower of insecurities;
behind the wall,
that you have built
A strong foundation; certain
to withstand the brick's
weight of prided mistrust
and others which you
hold strong to
No planned windows,
designs of doors...
safe and secure from those
that may seek entrance
of such a guarded place
Even the unexpected crispness
of the cool evening breeze
is left to wail outside
persuading fresh air
be allowed in
An unseen force,
guided by the subconscious;
so subtle, yet determined
knocks loose a precious brick
secured within
its boundary of fear
Squinting, as the blinding sun
creeps in and takes over
the dark places that hide
you from life
Brick after Brick
Building you up
tearing down your once
precious wall
Copyright © Regina Branham | Year Posted 2009
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