Deconstructed

I will find solace in this deconstruction

In this old wallpaper

These weathered floor boards.

I will find solace in this deconstruction

In this glorious demolition

This gray paneling that was once pink.

I will find solace in this deconstruction

Counting each stubborn nail I remove

My hands dry and cracked and sore.

I will find solace in this deconstruction

And then build it back up

Better than before.

I will find solace in this deconstruction

In learning the history

Hidden among these dusty layers.

I will find solace in this deconstruction

In flowers hidden under cracked paint

Crumbling horse hair plaster.

I will find solace in this deconstruction

And then joy in the reconstruction

When I’m no longer left to wonder

On what’s hiding

Just underneath.