Like looking upon the remnants of Rome
Seeing the scars from bullets left on the Dublin post office
Tangible reminders of that day in 1916
Watching the implosion of a beautiful structure
What remains after the destruction?
Imperfections in elegant hunks of marble
Telling a story of what once was
At the same time proof of longevity and survival
You see it, glory days long since passed
Or glory days that never came to be
Thwarted at conception
Love and Beauty are found among this rubble
Devotion to what could be
If the next attempt does not fail
Pieces of myself scattered among the broken fragments
A life that has lost its center from the powerful onslaught of life
How quickly time passes, the present evolving into the past
Without warning, without time to prepare
Yet still the embrace
The small trinkets of joy found in holding onto to hope
Hope out of love for the future generations
Parts of the pillars left standing, although battered
It is still something for me to touch, wrap my arms around
Knowing the history of the struggle makes the embrace more precious
The shelter I seek from the surviving remnants
Amidst the chaos I am still part of this distorted legacy
It is the only truth I know completely
Truth through which I find myself
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