Loner poet

Building from ashes

Through the ruins he goes an search slowly

Looking for pieces to salvage at least a small piece

Nothing is left but the dust and ashes of the past

Looking to the sky he falls to his knees in anguish

But along comes an angel to show him the way

After all  to build something sturdy it needs first to fall

To find the flaws you must first become weak

Only then can you fix your flaws and become stronger

Each day he gathers lumber and nails for work

Each day he builds taller and taller

Until finally one day his stronghold stand tall

With a smile he looks at his work and goes

It may not be what it was before but it sure is better