Shattered and Stacked

I lay each brick with tender care,

Layered high, my heart laid bare.

The higher I climb, the more I see,

A version of who I long to be.

But life, it strikes with cruel delight,

A sweeping storm, a sudden fight.

And all I've built comes crashing down,

Scattered pieces on the ground.

I gather the rubble, start anew,

But each rebuild feels harder to do.

My hands grow tired, my spirit thin,

Yet I can’t stop—I must begin.

For someday this tower will stand tall,

Unmoved by storms, immune to fall.

And I’ll look back and understand—

Strength was born in the dust, by my hand.

~RMC