Doing DIY

I am busy, building,
burrowing down and finding my bearings,
bricks on bricks,
one breath after the other,
one step, and then another,
because I have so much to do,
and I don’t have the luxury of letting myself fail.

I am constructing,
while distracting myself from the volcano that erupts around my shoulders.
Reconstructing my confidence,
grasping at the presence of hope,
keeping it in a jar on my kitchen shelf,
until it glitters and shines like a firefly.
I am building a home for two,
occupying as one,
until I am done with who I used to be,
and ready to stand alone, by someone’s side.