Eleven bricks for almost dying at nine months old
Thats when I decided I was a fighter.
Six bricks for the broken bones
Thirteen for the broken hearts.
Five hundred-Thirty Two bricks for each time I was molested,
Seventy-Three bricks for each time I cried about it.
Five bricks for the right rib cage that is lazily sloped to my center,
Eight bricks for the left one that takes a sharp crashing curve towards my lungs.
Twelve bricks for the shallow breaths,
Seventeen for the shallow thoughts.
Two bricks for each friend I left,
Fifty-nine for each friend that left me.
Seven more bricks for every day I was alone,
and six for every day I wasn't.
Nine-teen for every unkind word that slipped out of my mouth,
One for every unkind word that slipped into my ears.
Eight bricks for every time I hurt myself
Twenty-one for every day that I didn't.
Two for every boy I kissed,
And one for every boy I wanted to.
One for every city I've been to,
Five for every ocean I swam in,
Nine for the braces,
and eight for the glasses.
Six for every picture I took,
Sixteen for every picture I drew.
Ten for every time I danced in the rain,
Twenty-three for every time I danced with my dad.
All these bricks and you were my keystone.
I really like how you ended this on a positive note. Dancing in the rain and with your dad. Great post Alice
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ReplyDeleteI like this idea, the things that have shaped you into who you are
ReplyDeletei've noticed that a lot of people have gotten so real with their brick posts -
ReplyDeletethank you for being real as well.
you are a gift.