I wrote this the other night. I think it describes well what I am going through.
Tower of Blocks
I am a tower of blocks
Standing strong and tall
For all the world to see
For all the world to see
Or at least I once was
I am a tower of blocks
Steady and firm
Steady and firm
A support to all around
But not anymore
I am a tower of blocks
Fallen and scared
Scattered across the ground
No longer tall and strong
I am a tower of blocks
Tentative and new
Tentative and new
Slowly, block by block
Building toward the sky
I am a tower of blocks
Weak where I once was strong
A glimmer of hope for the future
Fighting against the fear of the past
Weak where I once was strong
A glimmer of hope for the future
Fighting against the fear of the past
I am a tower of blocks
Now looking for support
Searching within myself
For strength I cannot find
I am a tower of blocks
Shaky, but a tower still
Building slowly, but ever up
Striving to be grand again
I am a tower of blocks
Blown down by a cruel wind
Fallen and scattered once more
Ever weary of the blowing storm
I am a tower of blocks
Looking again for strength
Searching all around
Learning to trust in something more
I am a tower of blocks
Timid and small
Grasping for hope and courage
Building upon others support
I am tower of blocks
No longer tall and strong
But beautiful and true
In my own special way
I am a tower of blocks
Longing for what once was
But learning to accept change
Learning to see the truth
I am a tower of blocks
Strong in a new way
Strong in a way many don't understand
Strong because of my understanding
I am a tower of blocks
Ever smaller than before
But grounded in what matters
Grounded in the truth
I am a tower of blocks
A tower that will often fall
But one that will always rebuild
And be stronger for it
I am a tower of blocks
From which I can see new sights
Sights once overlooked
From way up where I used to be
I am a tower of blocks
Shabby and dull to some
But strong and sure inside
Because of my many falls
I am a tower of blocks
Sometimes scared for what will come
Often afraid of the next big wind
But still lined with hope for the next ray of light
I am a tower of blocks
Standing strong and small
But better for all I've weathered
For all the world to see
5 comments:
So beautiful Marianne! I remember Sister Jaroldeen Edwards once used a similar analogy, and that our blocks get knocked down often in our lives. She said that we will never be able to rebuild them the way they were to begin with, but that if we stay close to the Lord, they'll be better than they ever were had we kept our original block towers. I can only think that your experiences with depression will make you a better person in the end, as all our trials do.
That was beautiful! I had no idea you wrote poetry!
Thanks for sharing it here on your blog :) Hope you guys had a great Christmas!
That is really good!
That really is beautiful. Reading your blog reminds me a lot about freshman year.
This is my favorite part:
I am a tower of blocks
A tower that will often fall
But one that will always rebuild
And be stronger for it
That really resonated with me - thanks Marianne!
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