• Kira Steffan

I had spent years

I had spent years

building a foundation.

Bricks,

and wood,

and stone,

and mud.


Random objects

that I had collected

over many years,

Frames, glass,

Papers, canvases,

decorating

the sturdy

foundation,

filled to the brim

with knowledge,

love,

and laughter.


I had spent years

building a foundation.

But one day there was an intruder.

And I was not prepared for an intruder,

so how could I have known.


There was no

fence,

no gate,

no wall.



They came in

from the bottom up,

cutting through

my foundation

with a butter knife.


Eventually, I saw.

But eventually was too late.


I had spent years

building a foundation.


And now I have to rebuild.


But this time,

I will have to build a fence.


And if my foundation

is destroyed again,


I will have to build a wall.


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