Crawling out the wreckage

Matt’s House, June 2018

I’m crawling out of the wreckage

Of all the lies and put-downs,

The heavy expectations

All the plans thwarted

And dreams exploited

All the disappointments

And the romantic non-starters

And the complete disasters.

The hopes deferred and then deferred

And then deferred.

All the times when I’ve not been heard.

And I’m crawling out of the wreckage,

Free as a bird.