Deconstruction – Poem by Debbie Hughes

Deconstruction,
it’s like a tornado destroying the family home that’s been there for generations.
The porch swing your mom and dad courted on.
The door your parents carried you through when you came home from the hospital as a newborn.
The place you rocked your own babies and maybe mourned lost loved ones. 
The place you have lived, worked and bled.
Pouring everything you have into the soil. 
Actively participating in every detail.
Now it’s wiped away. 
Gone
You can’t go rebuild somewhere else.
NO, it has to be rebuilt right here. 
From the ground up, where your roots are.
Before you load up all the waste, you reevaluate and pull from the rubble an old teddy bear, christening gown, wedding album, bible and works of art.
The stuff of home. 
There is something so remarkably beautiful in all of this.
As you sit covered in dirt, sweat and tears
holding these soiled treasures you’ve recovered you are so grateful for something to remain familiar. 
When all else feels lost. 
Start reconstruction right there. 
Build something new and yet familiar. 
Lay those stones on your deep foundations that have lasted through the ages.
Build new walls reinforced with steel.
Walls with new materials you have not used before- materials you did not have access to previously. 
Adorn your new walls with beautiful new accents and conversation pieces.
Paint with colors you may have never used before.
Mix in the old with the new.
ANCHORED on the bedrock of your roots.
Never tearing up your foundation but rebuilding something utterly beautiful. 
A beacon for the world and safety for many.
Above all else make the roof strong!
Strong enough to keep out the elements. 
Strong enough to protect the house and all in it.
Strong enough to withstand the fiercest of storms.
Though the storms may rage outside,
 you are safe in your home.
You will do all you can to protect those inside.
A haven in the midst of chaos.
Throw open your gates while remaining on watch against the wolves. 
Welcome the wounded and cast offs as you remain ever watchful for the thief or anyone who comes to do harm. 
Not in my house and not on this watch! 

Debbie Hughes

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