The Rebuilding

Who is to say how tall

the walls will be

when they crumble

around you,  a steep

crashing until the sky shouts

 them down. A desolate 

promise to rebuild

the ruins of you until

light blankets every crumb,

every torn place pulled

from the wreckage.

You have the tools.

Pull yourself up now.

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