I had spent years

I had spent years

building a foundation.

Bricks,

and wood,

and stone,

and mud.

Random objects

that I had collected

over many years,

Frames, glass,

Papers, canvases,

decorating

the sturdy

foundation,

filled to the brim

with knowledge,

love,

and laughter.

I had spent years

building a foundation.

But one day there was an intruder.

And I was not prepared for an intruder,

so how could I have known.

There was no

fence,

no gate,

no wall.

They came in

from the bottom up,

cutting through

my foundation

with a butter knife.

Eventually, I saw.

But eventually was too late.

I had spent years

building a foundation.

And now I have to rebuild.

But this time,

I will have to build a fence.

And if my foundation

is destroyed again,

I will have to build a wall.