Construction Zone

I never seemed to be enough
when I was only me,
my Life was made of everything
I knew I couldn’t be.
Deciding then to reconstruct
and make myself anew,
I fashioned new ideas in time
and Life ungainly grew.
I placed the steps and paved the way,
new construction zones erect,
built myself up from the ground
new moulding forged and set.
I’d broken down what wasn’t them
but everything of mine,
I threw away what wasn’t new
and left the old behind.
I painted over blemishes
made new doors out of scratch
and once complete I thought I’d feel
I’d made the perfect match.
Confused and hurt I continued on
with my building as it were
knowing deep it was a fake
when regretfulness would stir.
Then looking over what I’d built
And seeing how it leaned
Seeing how it wasn’t gold
As first I thought it seemed.


Upon returning to my edifice
I saw foundations split
and walls that I had carefully placed
were falling far below it.
My forges had left a scarring blaze
and my seams were less than weak,
I knew this facade had run its course
and met its final peak.
Deciding then to renew my art
for my masterpiece called Life
I turned perspectives towards the truth
and looked through new-born eyes.
I burned the edges that left the old
from what I’d covered prior,
the glass I cleaned to see again
the distortions I retired.
I tore and tossed the binding walls
and things no longer key,
and erased away the things that built
a life that wasn’t me.
My new Life came together
in perfect architect
so beautiful and boldly made
no falseness to detect.
A brand new masterpiece it was
built upon God’s grace
And it was always meant for me
this Life I now embrace.

Reviews

[Aneto]

Well composed, Mir! Thank you so much for sharing. I really resonated with the story you described, especially the first couple lines. Praise the Lord that He is the architect of a firm foundation and the anchor for our souls.

~Aneto~

[MiR]

Thank you Aneto for the kind words. It definitely resonates with me and is very much a testament of my life.