There is scaffolding all around me
And there are holes in places where holes are not meant to be.
I am dusty,
Soot-covered,
from the renovations of my former selves.

The concrete is still wet
And the porch isn’t done yet.
My roof is weathered
And the leaks are recurrent.
I told you there were holes in places where holes were not meant to be.

I can’t stop letting weather shift me,
For my foundation is shaky to begin with.

But today I stripped the leaves from the gutters
And finished the front door.
I promise the bare bones are good.

I am a work in progress
And I have come to learn that that is a wonderful thing.