Let go of the common to find the rare
Old structures upturned and new soil tilled
Though we may not believe we are skilled
We haven't the strength and do not dare
Sometimes we must destroy to build
So difficult to be strong willed
But inertia is too much to bear
Old structures upturned and new soil tilled
Though we breathe, the heart is stilled
We can not grow in stagnant air
Sometimes we must destroy to build
Create a place to feel fulfilled
Where one finds joy beyond compare
Old structures upturned and new soil tilled
Too many spirits silenced and killed
Find that thing for which you care
Sometimes we must destroy to build
Old structures upturned and new soil tilled.
submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Villanelle