Brick and MortarA Poem by trying_to_writeBuilt from the ground up, our lives are held together by the brick and mortar we acquire from the generations before us, like knowledge from an old book. Years pass and we try to become more and more stable. More bricks. More mortar. More layers. More weight. Like a house, we furnish our lives with hobbies and people, that act as sofas and chairs. Schooling and jobs, disguised as beds and TVs. We make it our home and it becomes our safe place. But there’s always a hole, one less brick then there are places. There’s always something missing. And we all feel it. That cold chill. The one that makes your bones shiver, in the night. The breeze that keeps our shoulders up, putting kinks in our necks and making our spine curl up until our body is completely stiff. We can try to patch up the hole, covering it with a picture, maybe a piece of paper. But the strong wind will always, blow it down. Until that one thing comes along and fits just right. For some of us, it might fit perfectly. Our house becomes nice and warm, the heat finally staying inside, we can relax and “defrost”. We get used to the heat, taking it for granted. We retire the blankets on our beds, and walk around in shorts. Forgetting what it was like to sleep in the cold. And then one day we wake up, to the harsh realization that that one brick, is now gone. Again, leaving a hole in the wall for the chill to come through. But I’ve learned, brick and mortar are not forever. They can deteriorate in grim conditions, breakdown in a rainstorm. Crack, in the dead of winter. As warm as we are in that safe, toasty house, we shouldn’t rely on the certainty of one brick. We should put on more coats, sit by the fire, until we learn to fill the hole ourselves. © 2019 trying_to_writeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2019 Last Updated on January 26, 2019 Authortrying_to_writeVancouver, CanadaAboutI’ve never been very confident in my writing until I started sharing it. It helped me see that maybe I wasn’t a s****y writer? I’m only 16, I write a lot of poems and I’m reall.. more..Writing
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