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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 30, 2018

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Submitted: September 30, 2018





I used to play with wooden building blocks,

tried to build structures that would rise

to great heights. But the blocks would fall

prey to the world’s ever-present chains:

my attempts to build were not free

from the crushing grasp of gravity.


Now that I am grown, the gravity

of a situation sometimes blocks

me from truly feeling free;

I want to write a masterpiece, to rise,

to love and be loved, but steel chains

shackle me, and must freeze in place or fall.


When the towers of my life fall,

when the endless pressure of gravity

razes relationships, prose, and verse, when it chains

my pen and heart and when dead weight blocks

my dreams, I pray for the day when I will rise,

when unhindered I am finally free.


As a child, I was free.

Even when my Lego blocks would fall,

I still believed that one day I could rise.

Naïve, perhaps, but I didn’t care for gravity

or understand that all too often this world blocks

us, stops at nothing to bind us in chains.


But from even the strongest iron chains,

the stalwart soul can break free.

When pushing through cinder blocks,

We will all stumble and fall,

but no matter the situation’s gravity

we can yet rise.


So out of this present darkness, rise,

escape the cold embrace of chains,

reject the mere notion of gravity and declare that you are free.

For though sometimes you may fall,

monuments were once just building blocks.

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