I don't remember all the weight that I had to bear when I was a wee lad.
I imagine my childhood as a normal kid.
Doing the homework that my teachers gave me & playing with everyone during recess was the dream.
In reality I was born sick.
I never got over it.
Homework was work with no pay to me.
I got another class just to think through my life.
Recess though; that was fun.
I forgot my situations & lived a boys' dream.
I played football with my best friend & was the star running back.
I felt important.
Now back to the life.
My special class gave me bricks to help with my problems.
I took all my bricks and stacked them in my backpack.
I guess I needed all I could get because of my situations.
I forgot to do my homework again & got twice as much bricks to make up the difference.
Being crushed by the weight I continued to live this way.
No one told me that I could be living a normal boys life.
They told me that there is a better way now.
I wish they told me this before it was too late.
Having gathered all those bricks from all those years has strengthened me to carry on.
Now I continue to carry on a few bricks.
I didn't want to forget how I become the person I am today.
I just remember my bricks & how they built me into a brick man.
I just wish I didn't have to give up my heart in order to survive the overwhelming burdens of my childhood problems- my childhood bricks.
this is so good. thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteWhoa I read this post twice! way good great job!
ReplyDelete"I was born sick."
ReplyDeleteThis was a unique perspective on bricks. Personal and reflective.
But optimistic, didn't want to sound like a downer.
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