Brick and Mortar

Rough skin and strong legs
I’ve always been built like a house
A cracked foundation
Pieced together
Brick by Brick
Patched over and over again
I’m a builder
A maker
A mover
I like to create things
Making something out of nothing
Filling empty space

Calloused hands and scarred arms
I bare the marks of my endeavors
With more pride than I bare anything else
I’m held together by the mortar of my experience
Cementing me in my existence

Let the acid wash away my stain
Remove the efflorescence of suffering
I’m a brick and mortar girl
All hard spots and sharp edges
Dirty and rough
Rugged and sturdy
And Timeless