I think of my eyes as building blocks, little
lego bricks that connect in place to make
something bigger than themselves,
bigger than me. Sometimes
the colours don’t match, or a wall doesn’t take
on the shape it’s supposed to.
That’s when I know I’m tired. That’s when I know
I’m overwhelmed. That’s when I
know something’s wrong.
I need to rest, evaluate the pieces I have
and find a better way of constructing them.
Figure out that just because pieces don’t fit in one spot,
doesn’t mean they won’t fit in another.
Step by step. Brick by brick. Hour by hour.
And I’ll heal. I’ll breathe.
I’ll build once again.
Treeshallow Musings 