I.
It ended,
and I let go once more.

I surrendered myself and my life to the unknown,
slivers of light
tempting me forward.

II.
Healing seemed stalled,
stagnant inside and out.

But rest
did more good
than willfulness ever could.

III.
Then, in the quiet devastation, I began picking up
the glass pieces that still aligned,
protecting
what mattered
after the fire.