The Rubble

Where once a life stood

she sits among the rubble

scared to place one stone upon another

for fear they’ll fall (again).

She spots a daisy

that has worked its way through

and she marvels.

In her depleted state

she believes the stones will be too heavy;

that she wont be able to lift them,

to place them,

to risk their fall.

The sun radiates down,

casting a golden warmth

and she marvels.

Memories of great shelters

that once shaded.

Recollections of walls walked upon

that lifted her up high,

that let her see so far.

Laneways once skipped down,

the cobble stones still in place.

“Breathe,” she thinks.

“Believe,” she tells herself;

“I can create something new here.”

Small stones to build her strength,

daisies in her hair to remind her to have faith,

and the sun illuminating her efforts,

she picks up her first pebble.


Copyright,, 2016






One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Elisabeth Kathleen on April 7, 2016 at 9:58 pm

    Wow, what a profound, beautiful and insightful poem. Thank you Xx

    Sent from my iPhone



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