Ruin’s Choice

It is easy to forget
that this was once you,
broken beyond recognition,
your walls and doors piled high
like a bonfire ready to be lit,
worthy of no more than reduce the rubble
to ashes.

It is easy to remember
that this was once you,
and never put behind you that memory
of being abandoned, of
of the pummeling you allowed to happen,
and to remain rubble until the rot sets in
and the smallest spark reduces you
to ashes.

About this poem

We all have periods in our lives when we are ruins. Some ruins crumble and disappear. Some ruins are restored. Both deserve remembering.

But not too much.

Tom