You are not ruined.
You are in the ruins.
Let it shatter
Let it fall
Awaken tomorrow
In the dust of what was
Add your tears And the dust becomes clay
Soften, soften
this place, this place
Misplaced, displaced
the sacred, holy contents

Grasp what’s in the current
Feel what’s in the flow
Re-form here, the now create.
Caress and Dance your elegant mud
Open up wide, aching eyes
You are awake.
You are alive.
You have survived.

~Stephanie Foy