Entirely New

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Everything went.

The floor, the walls, the reason

to get up before noon.

The whole architecture of a life

collapsed into rubble and smoke

and the smell of what used to matter.

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I sat in it.

Days with no bottom.

Ash in my mouth.

Then I laughed.

At the sheer absurdity

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still breathing,

still hungry,

still cold in the morning

inside all that wreckage.

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So I picked up one thing.

Then another.

My hands needed weight.

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I made meaning the way you make a fire.

Friction. Patience.

The same motion repeated

until something caught.

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I built a purpose

from what my hands could reach.

What remained.

What was actually mine.

The ground under my feet

is ground I broke myself.

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This life grew

from that first laugh

in the rubble.

Entirely new.

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