A Thing You Built That Held

A pile of wood, rough and unkind,

but I took every piece and began to unwind.

Saw dust like thoughts scattered over the floor,

while dreams got assembled, and hopes started to soar.

With hammer and nails, each strike told a tale,

a structure of moments that felt like a sail.

What I built stood firm, a testament of grace,

but only in stillness, it found its true place.