The Last Brick to Fall

It was the last brick..the stepping stone even;
The final weight to let go of.
It was the pain, the hurt and the omission..
It was the lie that needed to be stopped.

I wanted it to be different....
I needed some more time...
We needed more time
but the brick dropped and it fell hard.

There is a place on my shoulder that holds a spot
A spot that once held the heaviness I was willing to bare forever..
It held the weight that my shoulders could not take.
That weight that left the outline; the indentation like it would leave in the dirt.

I tried to close my eyes and imagine anything,
Just anything that could ease my heart
Yet, here I am, writing and  trying to make sense 
of something that almost makes no sense at all.

There is an indentation on my shoulders
An outline where the pain once held
I almost want to pick it up and put it back...
The weight almost felt better than feeling the loss.

For what I know and for what I don't
For how I feel and for how I think
For every smile and every tear,
There is a brick...just waiting to fall.

~~gloria rose bond~~2011~~