Life in the Ruins

I started life in a tower

High and protected

Guarded and serene

The view from the window

Never ended.

The world was possible

And magical -

It was dandelion seeds

And making people proud

Of me.

When I saw the crack

In the framework

I didn't think there was anything wrong.

When my room became drafty

And the ceiling started letting in the rain

I thought all was as it was supposed to be.

But in the weakness came the army -

Through the crevices came the attack.

Breaking through the carefully placed stones

Crushing even the dust -

Leaving behind the after.

Then came life in the ruins

Mourning the view from the window.

The ground beneath my feet

Shifted and spat me out wherever it wanted.

Stumbling through all I ever knew -

I found it impossible to leave.

Life in the ruins

Is cruel.

There is no mercy

for the thirsty.

No rest

for the tormented.

It is hurting.

It is forgetting.

It is remembering.

But it is exploration.

It is change.

It is death of expectation.

It is planning.

It is reconstructing.

It is the start of liberation.

Take care of your tower.

But when it falls,

Don't forget to say thank you.

Don't forget to say please.

Don;t forget to give your everything all over again.

- r.k.

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