When we feel
The winds of change
Moving through
The pillars in our souls
It feels like
Something different
Depending on who you are
And what the pillars
Are made of.
Some people's
Pillars
Are made of love
Like the good
Words of encouragement
Mom and dad
Left in our hearts
When we were
Young, sewing
Seeds of self-esteem
To become
Like two great oaks
Holding us
Up above
The canopy
Of their greenery
Grounding us
To the earth
With their
Deep roots
Of love.
Others of us
Weren't so lucky.
The pillars
Weren't constructed
So much as they
Were used
For target practice.
Somehow
We ended up
A pile of rubble
A graveyard
Of broken hopes
& dreams
Murdered before
They could even
Be imagined.
Then we were
Discovered
By these people
Called
Friends.
They took
What was left
And played
With our
Inner children
Taking what
Was left to
Build forts
Have adventures
Until what
Happened in
The past
Became a distant
Memory we traded
For the good
Company
In the present…
Until we found
The pillars
Build not
Of brick & mortar
But of smiles
And memories
Of good times
With our friends
Stronger
Than the past.
I'd like to tell
You that all
Such things happen
With happy endings
And all pillars
End up strong
And rebuilt
Like the happy
Ending we
All long
For…
But…
Some murder
Their own
Temples…
Leaving those
Of us here
With ruins…
Some die
From the perils
Of life
No matter
The strength
Of those pillars
Leaving
The rest of us
To ourselves.
Too weak to stand
Too devastated
To hold ourselves
Up…
Which is when
Our friends
And for those
Of us
Who have them,
Family…
Holds us up
When the strength
Of those pillars
Have momentarily
Left us
We have
One another.
Our loved ones
Are our greatest
Pillars of strength.
