Foundation is cracked
Repairs have been attempted
But like any infrastructure
Built on the wrong premise
Only way to fix it is destroy it
The impossibility of resurrection
Is the only thing that kept me
From just hitting reset
If I could just start all over again
The things I’d do differently
Or not even start at all
If I had a conscience at that point
Avoid that egg
Give it my all
Foundation wasn’t nurtured
Many a craftsman
Observing the damage
Understanding the weeds
Strangling the fruit
Until it’s unraveled
Planted and nurtured
But would without question
That craftsman would turn and walk away
Thinking at least the garden is clean
Unknowingly creating another crack
Nothing changed really
Just lost a bit of confidence actually
Knowing that look that is given
No time to correct it, just accept it
Foundation had some blemishes
Like having a beautiful painting
That leaves no image
Everyone creating in their own mind
The true meaning of it
Seeing obsolescence easily
Yet walking away so freely
As if they weren’t the architect
Not theirs to repair
Just as easy to neglect
Motherhood is a feeling
Fatherhood is a choice
Was never chosen for so long
Lost my voice
Foundation weakened
Bridge stay ready to collapse
Indeterminate frequency
Sent crashing to my knees
Could be the smallest of things
Child’s poor performance in school
Major catastrophes
Even a car accident
And I am releasing everything
I can no longer hold it in
And the crumbling
The holes open wider
Slowly without cessation
Causing morally degradation
Foundation strengthened
Through periodic episodes
When peers see me at my worst
They elicit in me the best in me
Purple skies we discuss
Until the early hours
When the golden rays
They light the way
Remembering I got this far
Battered torn and all
Fault lines that have made some fall
Still here aiding in the mission
No time to wallow in regret
Head high to the finish