Under Construction

I’m constantly under construction

Yellow cones circling my spirit

My mind rewiring itself in the quiet hours

Rewriting what progress means

When peace finally starts speaking my name

Shoulder closed ahead

I reroute my wellness plan

Patching up all the places

I once worked through with grit instead of grace

Detour in three miles

I’m shifting my career path

Turning left where life always told me to go right

Choosing purpose over pressure this time

Caution, high winds

I steady myself as I learn to love better

To hold boundaries without breaking

To let my relationships breathe

Without losing my own breath

Express lane to the right

Because travel keeps calling me by my full name

Pulling me toward new skies

New stamps, new visions of who I could be

That kind of freedom deserves front of the line access

Accident ahead

Because love comes suddenly

And loss comes violently

And grief slows a woman down

In ways construction signs never could

But still

Through every closure, detour, warning, and delay

I rise like a rebuilt highway

Smoother, stronger

Leading myself home