Bricks need room to expand
when the temperatures change,
but mortar keeps the them in place,
causing the bricks to flake,
pressure to build, cinders to crack,
and a home to slowly collapse. 

People are the same–
not meant to be held in place,
and if not given enough space
to grow during times of change
the pressure can become too much
and we begin to slowly destruct. 

Love isn’t mortar, love is a home.
Love is offering enough room
for people expand without exploding,
to grow when life seems frozen,
because resisting change
often leaves us broken.

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