Building Up


I have been through the trials
and seen love through
foggy lenses
disturbing the calm water
during my lessons
hating knowing what I was running from
is where I would end up

and so this love of mine
that I have scratched deeply at under glass
is the task and growth status
of my best years as human

Though the rocks and trees might fall
in the path
It is in my will
to tread right through them

I thought the light
like so many things
was a celestial homage
that I could never touch

But now I will spend
my years alone
building up to it