Roll to the right and slowly push yourself up.
A moment to check your wounds,
Scanning your skin for the memories of bruises.
An awareness of the battle thankfully lost.
The stretching has broken up what you thought was whole.
Tiny cracks on the surface split to reveal miles deep of abandoned ground,
Left unsearched and desolate.
Leaning into trust, you fell.
The necessary collisions to weaken your self-made walls.
Now tender and malleable,
Found in the rubble.