Built

I built this life from bits and pieces
on a foundation of packed dirt.
I can only hope it stands up
to the shit that rains down,
that its seams stay fast
so I can stay proud.

Because it may not be pretty,
exactly what I had planned,
what I had dreamed,
but I made it
with my own two hands.

This little shack of my life
is not what the little girl version of me dreamed of.
But I believe she would approve of what I've done
with the materials I've scavenged.

This little shack of my life
isn't much more than that,
but it's mine,
and I'll fight for it.
So have some respect,
and take off your shoes and your hat
if you're going to come in
and stay awhile.