Like buildings that are built of rubble,
our personalities emerge
from causes we regard as trouble,
and have attempted to submerge,
or even purge and exorcize
from memory. Past problems we
surmount we never should disguise,
but should recycle as debris
with which, like structures we erect
from rubble, we attain new heights
and add to lives that have been wrecked
new stories on old building sites.
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