TOPPLED

Stacking the blocks of trust,
each one used to create
love’s towering pillar
to ascend from sadness and solitude
and see the world from a place
where it doesn’t look so hopeless.

Waiting to have it become the castle
as a palace for the joy,
but the bricks often crack and crumble
because they weren’t based on truth.

In the sudden shake of discovering
what you were told was false
all you constructed and expected
crashes and topples,
leaving you buried under a mound,
feeling so crushed and stunned,
not sure you have the strength
for rising out of the rubble.

Afterwards the scratches and scars
makes the desire grow feeble
not wanting to try building again
if you can’t be sure
this time it won’t collapse.

Nervously examining every new source
of building material,
questioning if it will truly survive
even when you do start another construction,
still left worried about risk
how this edifice with the heart as foundation
might fall and again leave you trapped
under an avalanche caused
from being given faulty supplies.