Purged

 Scattered

bits here

more over there

impermanent shards to be retrieved later

or not

graphic patterns of light dance

on the wall where once

a treasured armoire stood

its beauty replaced

by something less tangible 

yet no less inspired

spaces everywhere left open 

allowing for new to flow in

new what?

wait and see

For now

my heart 

fragile, delicate

like a piece of chipped pink mayfair

softly absorbing

beating on

healing

waiting

anticipating

unblocked, unclogged

Open roads ahead

no guarantees

only leaps of faith

or joyful skipping