I built my walls brick by brick.
Plastic windows allow a view.
Colours outside reflect those within.
Colours of red, yellow, green… black and blue.
My roof at the edge of collapse,
My walls are easily shattered.
If something were to break through,
All my pieces would be scattered.
Things that break through, often never stay,
But I have my pieces, and that’s okay.
As soon as they’re gone, my construction begins.
Piece by piece, My heart stings sings
Over time my walls grow tall.
Over time I build and build.
Appearing indestructible…
My fragile walls stand strong
My vulnerable heart
encased inside,
my
Tenuous. Lego. House.
-Nessie Roswell
Nessie Roswell 