I Am a Brick

I can’t stand the smell of lavender,

My abuser always smelled of it.

I can’t taste peanut butter pie,

It was always his favorite.

I can’t enjoy the sunset,

I always see his form in it.

He took everything away from me, And I am just a brick.

A piece of hard clay, Used only to build him up,

And once he was finished,

He left me almost cracked in two pieces,

Yet still I must keep the wall up.

He stole my innocence,

My joy, my confidence. I am but a brick, not worthy of notice.

My wonder, my trust, he stole from me,

But he will not take my hope from me.

I love the rain but cannot bear the storm,

I love the snow but cannot stand the cold.

He left me in the wall,

and gave permission to the storms so I will fall.

He told the winds to ravish me,

The cold to violate me.

The thunder and lightning almost broke me entirely.

I am a brick forever captive in this wall,

That I must keep up or I will fall.

He stole my emotion,

my song, My devotion,

I can’t hold this wall up long.

I am a cracked brick, I have no face

I have no voice, no name, no space.

The wall pushes down,

I am becoming a crumbled pile of waste.

But wait, a Savior has come,

He begins to take down the wall,

Brick by brick so it does not fall.

Some he saves, others he casts aside,

The proud ones that were placed on high.

He picks me up gently and puts me in his pack,

He saved the chipped ones, the broken, the cracked.

He said he is making something beautiful

And he said he has space for you and for me.

I am but a brick, broken and used,

But this Man, this Savior, is making all things new.