Poem: My Life Among Ruins


My Life Among Ruins

I have lived much of my life among ruins,
things and people and self
so broken even a miracle worker would have laughed
in your face.

But always there is something to save,
a reminder of what was once wonderful,
or what deserved to die in the rubble;
something to claim as a souvenir
or lesson, or the very beginning
of an unexpected foundation.

About this poem. 

Nothing is wasted. We may think it is, but it is not.


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