Foundations

I have observed,
A building,
Being constructed.
I saw the demolition,
Of the previous structure.
I viewed the smoothing out,
Of the soil,
On which the foundations were laid.

The strength,
Upon which a building arises,
Begins with the cement,
Being poured,
And then hardened.
On that firm base,
The timber outline emerges.

Layer upon layer,
The steel frames began to appear,
For the second level.
Each time I pass by,
More and more detail,
Demonstrates for me,
The ultimate sections,
Of the apartment complex.

It is with curiosity,
That I view the progress,
Being made,
Each day,
Each hour.
You can see the growth.

There is a blueprint for this building.
Each stage requires,
Specific materials,
And specific skills.

I watch,
In awe,
At the confidence,
With which each tradie,
Plies his skills.

My foundations crumbled,
When I lost my concrete base,
My husband.
Layer upon layer,
Of challenge confronted me.
I dissolved.
I had no solid base,
On which to build my new walls.

With lots of help,
Professional and personal,
I began slowly,
To rebuild the purpose in my life.
I was seeking out,
Strength and direction.

The insight I was searching for,
Took me on a journey.
My health networks.
My friendship networks.
My family networks.
I looked in all those places,
And eventually,
I found a solution.

As the apartment complex arises,
Near my apartment block,
I can see,
Just as it is moving forward,
So am I.
Here in this moment,
And today,
I am watching myself,
Attempting to remain firm,
And solid,
Like the concrete base of this apartment complex.

The foundation,
On which I find myself,
Is now permanently fixed,
To the ground,
Of my soul,
Deep inside of me.
It remains with me,
At al l times.
It is something,
On which I can rely.
It is there guiding me,
To where I should be.