The Brick Wall

Brick by brick,
It’s all piled on so thick.
I pushed with strength,
But the wall is great in length.

Step by step,
I lost my footstep.
My face met the concrete,
And I fell hard into the deceit.

Hand and foot,
I’d sought for the root.
It seemed too thick to pull,
And I concluded-I had enough, a fistful.

Brick by brick,
I kept piling it on thick.
I lied; I cheated; I stole.
To my own head, I held that pistol.

Step by step,
My words gave me strep.
I walked into this dismay.
Now, I know I should’ve never gone astray.

Hand and foot,
I looked for an output.
Fallen in, my legs were broken.
My heart and mind lingered on that gun.

Brick by brick,
I did build that wall so thick,
But through the bricks a light shined.
Love had stepped in, taking over my mind.

Brick by brick,
I wildly pulled apart that relic.
In pain and agony, I tore it all apart.
With the eagle’s determination, I was never going to give up
Covered in debris, this wall I tore down bore the pains I had locked up.
Finally complete, this had to be done to give me a new heart.
This had to be done to give me a new life, a new start!

©2009 Jo Ann Cook