Construction Zone

I’m a fixer up 
borderline condemned before 
to livable now

I’m comfortable 
working on final touches
what a difference 

For all who gave up 
on me and my past baggage 
I cannot blame you 

Your desire to quit 
really spoke volumes to me 
but it still hurts now 

My heart, mind and soul 
are no longer made from straw 
nor are they from sticks 

My remodeled life 
has slowly, one by one been 
constructed with bricks 

TOUGH