where the brick meets the paint

What 

is  my next 

move.

I am

really 

not sure.

So I stayed 

in bed

a whole

day

because

I

am not

sure.

What should

I do.

I sat

in bed 

and cried

for

hours.

I cried

at the 

disappointment

for not

being

where I

want to be.

I stared

at the corner

of the room

for hours.

Hoping that

the anwser

would 

come to 

me 

magically.

Then I realized

I have

to make

this happen.

This movement 

has to 

come from

me.

So as

I sat

in bed

looking at 

the corner

of the room

where

the brick 

meets 

the paint, 

I am

scared.

How do

I make

this work?

And then 

it comes

to me.

Sweetheart

you do

what you

have always

done.

You will

build

this bitch

one brick

at a time.

And 

you will 

be just 

fine.

You will

be ok.

And so

I 

breathe.