To her, the destruction looked like hope
Hope, that the new world she inhabits
Will be the one she builds herself
As she walks through the debris of her past
And starts looking at it piece by piece
Memories and nostalgia sweep over her
Smiles, giggles and a rush of love
She pockets these hastily
Sifting through the ones that hurt
She holds on to the one that hurts the most
The one that tears through her being with its jagged edge
For next time she is lost
She will let this piece impale her naivety
And draw blood from her mouth
Lest she forgets the pain that labored her perfect new world
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