A Single Brick
By James Glica-Hernandez
Carefully, patiently, I lay my bricks,
One on top of the other,
Building the edifice of the
Sturdy, stalwart dam.
No expectations for soaring height
Or vast breadth… at the start, at least.
As the structure grows,
So does the tragic surprise.
Each brick holds back
Another drop of truth unspoken,
Another quivering breath held tight,
Another disappointment hidden.
Avoiding a wretched, free release,
A volume of terrorizing words,
The structure of expressed agony,
These bricks hold life together unchanged.
For should these bricks fail,
Everything would be drowned out
By the thunderous weight and
Suffocating tears of separation and loss.
So, build on shall I
Toward a façade of unvanquished strength
And veiled, unending sorrow
So that others… even me… can maintain our “same.”