Rebuilding

Working on myself feels like rebuilding,

Rebuilding my home from the ground up.

I was rotting from the inside out,

Until I was bulldozed into pieces, scattered across the ground.

I started with the foundation,

Layer by layer, grounding myself in something solid.

Pillars and walls just to hold me steady,

Enough to believe I could start over.

I placed a door in the frame,

To shut out those who needed to leave,

And welcome only what would help me grow.

I put up windows letting the sun in,

Illuminating every dark corner within.

Outside, I planted flower pots,

Bringing in bursts of color,

A reflection of the vibrancy I'm reclaiming.

Now, I'm choosing colors to paint my walls,

Thrilled by the endless shades of possibility,

Each hue a piece of who I'm becoming.

I'm working on the vents,

Ensuring the air flows freely,

So my house,

Can finally feel like home again.