Building Blocks and a Small Tree

Building blocks and a small tree.

That’s all I can remember from my childhood.

Strong is what I’ve been and will always be.

Like it’s made of steel instead of wood.

My building blocks would stack so high,

But has stopped building at the age of five.

And if you didn’t know you would wonder why,

My childhood would slowly die.

My oldest brother’s mental state is poor.

My youngest brother’s, also is not the best.

As I face challenges others don’t adore.

My family does too. Like it’s a test.

My mother and father have been through a lot.

It was hard to see at the age of five.

Instead of love and peace, they fought.

Watch my building blocks start to die.

My father is not around to see,

The person I have grown up to be.

In a far away state he will break free,

But I stay grateful he’s not over seas.

Watch them tumble, piece by piece.

They fall, break into memories, and all.

But though they fall, there is the still tree.

After 16 years of growing, standing tall.

The pain, the stress, the growth, has felt everything.

But it doesn’t make the tree die, it makes it stronger.

Because without the memories in the leaves, it would have nothing.

Helping the growth last longer.

Though the building blocks are now gone,

There is a time for everything to move on.

For now the blocks have turned into leaves.

And it’s more beautiful than you would believe.

I appreciate all, I would never lie.

I’ve aged with wisdom, and that won’t die.

And if they noticed what I have, perhaps they would cry.

Knocking down my building blocks at the age of five.