a portal
to the past
an awakening
of lasting memories
buried
by the rubble
opening the door
the darkened window
seeing the light
as never before
it wasn’t a war
that turned this to debris
this wasn’t a fight
between any two
it was the past
chaotic & confused
that needed to be forgotten
then
not now
reminiscing
of what it took to build
a foundation
that still stands
walls that are erect
reflecting
on fortitude
the determination
not to totally crumble & fall
for like this frame
one must battle
to survive
for like this frame
one fights
……………one strives
not to die
The indomitable human spirit—suffering and resilience— great poem, really speaks to the image–also like Ellen’s photo—the eye fills in the lacuna with its missing parts—ruins are all about memory. Thanks for sharing this