I decided to build a hut full of potions

From caresses on my thighs

To tear stained cheeks

Jars piled their reflective pools

stamps of time,

fifteen years ago, ten, five, and now.

The jar of fifteen years looks like the cusp of independence

Everything I thought I wanted was to be on the verge

Comfort in the unknown

Knee deep in aches and screams

There is hope.

That I was more than the confines

Ten years finds; hearts make us pause

Without direct words,

We make decisions

And in this jar stays those two eyes full of tears

gazing at me with their heart spilt it in two

without a single phrase I knew,

I heard,

I couldn’t go.

Five years came,

A potion made just for her,

One to make her find her,

Again.

In the jar are the ingredients of freedom

The demolition of mundane,

a glimmer

Of selfishness with passion and adventure.

To take in small doses the effects are;

In transformation is heartbreak

Revitalization is process

True beauty and change,

And

Growth is authenticity.

I decided to build a hut full of potions

In my lonesome,

in the trees,

shelves of design mirroring each

every emotion ever felt,

Depictions of integrity will often look like

Imbedded choices

Mute to the blind eye

The twinkle of destiny stay wise

In the now,

Where I decided to build a hut full of potions.