You are very kind.

Thank you so much!

One brick at a time... one day at a time.. I build the new me.
Spilling cement, desperately needed to patch the gaps I leave between the bricks.
I catch what cement I can, and smooth it in.
Yeah- my wall has leaks... yes the weather gets in, and I get chilled...
But I built this ... it is mine. I will live in it.
I wont compare this new shell, with the prefabricated ones I dwelled in before.
I will stay here, and be happy here.
This is mine...
only mine.

What do you do when the music stops?,
And the sun no longer shines through the pane(pain?),
The thin eggshell of your existence POPS,
And instead of sunshine you’re touched by the
rain.
Reality lashes it’s long sharp tongue,
As naked you stand...You can no longer hide,
Searching for friends to stand among,
Just to have that tongue shove you aside.
There’s no hiding behind your youth anymore,
For youth, like yon eggshell , teeters and drops...
Like Humpty Dumpty -- impossible
to restore!
What do you do when the music stops?