Hazy Acres

It ends each day 

Again 

Softly moving through a thought 

Less of a hurt 

Less in the body 

Grace showering down 

From a button to remember 

Push 

Ok to sit awhile 

Remember 

Chipping away at it

Walls with fading paint

Fading images 

Fade

Light beaming through 

Holes that are significant 

My face can be seen

On the other side 

This wall

These walls 

Fading 

Hands as tools 

Ripping up the pieces 

Until the fire comes 

Ready almost 

To burn 

Honoring properly

Let go 

Crawling through the last of it 

Narrowing ends

To be uncovered 

Explosions 

Mining the remnants 

Placing the dynamite 

Using it up

No longer important 

This muse 

As the debris falls

Slow motion 

Looking up 

Raining pieces 

Golden hours

In the distance 

Walking up 

Kindly 

I see them coming 

Just before arriving 

This experience 

New