Another Shot

The sledgehammer comes down hard
Whack
Chunks of brick ricochet
Sharp pieces pierce my flesh.
Embedding deep into muscle,
Scraping my bone.

Ignoring the pain, I continue
Whack
Clouds of dust invade my nostrils
Settling in the depths of my lungs
Smothering my breath.

Sometimes, destruction is necessary
Whack
Stumbling on the rubble
Balancing my footing on unstable debris
I wonder, “Can I rebuild?”