I started building my house when I was five
Copying the words some pastor told me to say
I already had the foundation laid for me
But that was when it turned to concrete
Or so I thought
Slowly but surely the walls rose,
But they were built of twisted metal
Firm at first
But slowly it crumbles.
The roof is built, supposed to feel safe
But at this point it smothers me
In a house that is not my own
It is full of lies and deceit
It does not feel safe.
Then somewhere along the time,
The hammers building turn to sledgehammers
Ripping down my walls
Revealing the carnage through the haze
I walk out, and walk away.
The freedom feels strange.
New words on my lips,
Ones I shudder to think of now.
I knew it wouldn’t last
But I wasn’t ready to return
But then music.
A single album, two friends.
Help lead me back down the path to the wreckage of my house
I know it is not all bad.
An intact siding here, a piece of tile there.
I collect the pieces I can still use
And I move to another spot.
I start to rebuild.
I still have questions about my faith, I’ll admit.
Sometimes I forget I’m not the only one I can depend on anymore.
But that’s normal.
I’m learning.
And I have people with me,
Visiting me and helping me rebuild.
I won’t lie and say it wasn’t hard.
But I’m proud of how far I’ve come.
In my journey of faith.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 2:02 PM UTC
I started building my house when I was five
Copying the words some pastor told me to say
I already had the foundation laid for me
But that was when it turned to concrete
Or so I thought
Slowly but surely the walls rose,
But they were built of twisted metal
Firm at first
But slowly it crumbles.
The roof is built, supposed to feel safe
But at this point it smothers me
In a house that is not my own
It is full of lies and deceit
It does not feel safe.
Then somewhere along the time,
The hammers building turn to sledgehammers
Ripping down my walls
Revealing the carnage through the haze
I walk out, and walk away.
The freedom feels strange.
New words on my lips,
Ones I shudder to think of now.
I knew it wouldn’t last
But I wasn’t ready to return
But then music.
A single album, two friends.
Help lead me back down the path to the wreckage of my house
I know it is not all bad.
An intact siding here, a piece of tile there.
I collect the pieces I can still use
And I move to another spot.
I start to rebuild.
I still have questions about my faith, I’ll admit.
Sometimes I forget I’m not the only one I can depend on anymore.
But that’s normal.
I’m learning.
And I have people with me,
Visiting me and helping me rebuild.
I won’t lie and say it wasn’t hard.
But I’m proud of how far I’ve come.
In my journey of faith.
Request permission to use this poem