Sunday, October 11, 2015

The Bricks That Built Me

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.


  1. key·stone
    [ˈkēˌstōn]

    NOUN

    1. a central stone at the summit of an arch, locking the whole together.







4 comments:

  1. 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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  2. I like this idea, the things that have shaped you into who you are

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  3. i've noticed that a lot of people have gotten so real with their brick posts -

    thank you for being real as well.

    you are a gift.

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