Congrats Marilyn for hanging in there ...

Implosion

by Marilyn Fielder

An imploding building
is a beautiful thing,
a work of art.
We all stare transfixed
as concrete and steel morph into
rubble in front of our eyes
while the surroundings
remain pristine.

An imploding life
is not so pretty;
nothing worth watching
and I know this firsthand.
Having come out the other side
my pristine surroundings
astonish me with their very existence;
the earth never stopped turning
life continued on
and Merry Christmas to all of us.

It seems surreal even now.
Memory feels blurry
even though I can recall
the entire process.
I managed to get here from there
even if I'm surprised that
I actually did it.