constructing Confidence - A Poem

It has taken years
With limited tools

And little understanding of how the tools work – as I had to teach myself
But the house stands tall and true

It withstands storms
It was not built on credit

It was crafted from ancestral ruins found in the trench, the dump, the wasteland
It was forged from recycled metal

It stands isolated in the woods
Isolated but not alone

Nature envelopes it
The vines and my veins intertwine

The swarms of badassery
The eight-legged misfits

We gather, live, and grow
We heal each other – protect each other – as the Earth proceeds in evolution and revolution

The house of confidence stands tall and true