One Stick

ONE STICK

One stick, two stick.
One brick, two brick.
One hurdle, two hurdle.
One fight… another fight.

Battle is all I know.

Betrayal is embedded.
So alone I go.
Alone and frail.

No one stays—everyone goes.
So I will fight this fight alone.
Because all I have is myself… to grow.

One stick, two stick—
I will build this house on my own.
One brick, another brick—
Then it all came tumbling down.

Illusions of foundation.
Sands that moved too quick.

One stick two stick,
One place I go must fit.

I will carry these sticks on my own.
For my back is trustworthy.
I will lay these bricks on my own—
For I am my only loyalty.

Halfway there…
and it came tumbling down again.
Another false foundation for the win.

One stick two stick,
I will keep building.
One brick, two brick,
I will keep standing.

Alone I stand. Alone I build.
This is all I know.
Until the day I laid them down—
Because you can’t build on snow.

The ground was frozen.
It was slippery.
But maybe this was a blessing—

Because instead of building,
I was forced to knock on a door.
Of a house already built…
By another.

And I never picked up another stick.