Building a Path by Deborah BreuerWe all have a path.
One that makes us,
Molds us,
Inspires us,
Destroys us.
My path feels like brick,
Broken,
Gritty,
Damaged,
And strong.
When she was gone,
The first brick was laid.
When I couldn't say good-bye,
More fell into place.
By 13 I felt the weight.
Walls had been erected.
Defense had been devoted.
Protection was the goal.
But no protection was needed,
Not from the outside.
It was self-destruction that left me worried.
More bricks.
More damage.
More tears.
More fight.
My knuckles bled.
My heart was broken.
Torn at the seams.
After time I couldn't help it,
Wondering if my path was worth taking.
Were the bricks all that were left?
The damage,
The grit,
The pain.
One step at a time,
I marched
I marched long,
Tired,
Hungry,
And Alone,
But…
As a soldier of life.
03/06/2018 Posted on 03/06/2018 Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer
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