Bricks

In shambles

you lay

Not one brick 

on another

No stone 

left unturned

Flat-lined

destroyed

lost

There was no choice

but to rebuild

So you tried. 

But the bricks 

they wouldn't stay 

They kept falling

It exhausted you

and you gave up 

for the time being. 

Till they reached out

and gave you 

the mortar

with which hold

the bricks together. 

You tried again

and it worked

for a little while

till you stood back

and realized 

you had put yourself

together all wrong. 

Now I know how

the kings men felt

piecing together

a broken egg. 

You thought. 

But finally

you were able

to pick things up again

to start anew. 

When you finished

there were still

some crooked spots

but after all 

nobody's perfect. 

Of course,

we were all just glad

that you were back.

Author's Note

This is a personification of recovery from an eating disorder and depression. I was so far gone, it seemed as though no one could reach me, but then I realized I was the only one who could fully bring myself back. Fortunately I have been able to rebuild, though I'm not as strong as I once was.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Here here A great inspiration to welcome back someone who was in doubt

[SkinlessFrank]

Reminds me of the cycle of recovery from depression....constantly falling apart and somehow managing to piece oneself back. The rhythm in this goes well with the theme. And of course everyone is happy when you're back, but where were they when you were in pieces?

[Antonio Valentino]

haha love the short line style, its just like mine... i enjoyed this, you did great.

Antonio :)

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I like the way that you kept this poem universal, so it is true for coming back from any tragedy or adversity. It created a very vivid picture of exactly what this process is all about, even that you may not get it right the first try. Wonderful!

[.n.]

Healing and rebuilding is difficult to do alone...you've capture that well here. Love the running metaphor and the humpty dumpty reference adds a touch of whimsy to a kind of sad write...very nice piece.

[nostal]

Very amusing and the style holds throughout

[Dayran]

It is brick by brick! - Is there any other way?

[An owl on the moon]

This is filled with richly crafted metaphors, singing over the brick and stone... places left undone in the world and in the heart... A powerful read.