Reconstruction begins
In the hush
After everything breaks
Not with triumph
But with the slow
Deliberate breath
Of someone realizing
The world didn’t end
Even though it felt like it should have
The therapist waits
Hands still
As if they understand
That rebuilding is a ritual
Performed in silence
I look around
At the inner landscape
The toppled beams
The cracked foundations
The pieces of myself
Scattered like relics
After a long
Private storm
Reconstruction starts
With choosing
What deserves to rise again
A truth here
A boundary there
A fragment of courage
I didn’t know survived the collapse
I lift each piece
As if it’s sacred
Because it is
Because it’s mine
Because it’s what remains
After the old structures
Finally gave way
The therapist nods
Not at the progress
But at the willingness
To touch the ruins
Without flinching
Reconstruction is not hope
It is intention
It is the quiet decision
To build a life
That fits the person
I am becoming
And as I place
The first stone
Of the new foundation
I feel a subtle shift
A settling
A recognition
A promise forming
In the dust lit air
I am rebuilding
Slowly
Deliberately
Unapologetically
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Anthony Hanible (
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Comments3
This poem of reconstruction tells of building step by step. Nicely constructed in the first person
powerful poem.
As you should ❤️🩹🖖🏿💐💙💚🫶🏾🫂
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