Out in all weathers,
Digging, laying, pointing, praying
The rain holds off another day.
Give me the simple building life:
Excavating buried guilts and fears,
Shoveling them on the skip
Like so much rubble;
Shoring up with hardcore
Shaky beliefs and promises;
Lining up neatly
Scattered cobblestone memories;
Filling up the cracks
Of the mind with silver sand;
Cementing, like a jigsaw of pavers,
The pieces of a ravaged heart;
Patiently, expertly bonding
Random, discoloured bricks
Of love and joy, hope and desire,
Till I am safe and whole and new.
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