Catharsis

I picked up 
Some paintbrushes 
A barbell
And in the process,
Myself. 

In all those weeks 
And months 
Trying to create
I created.

It didn’t fix it 
But it helped. 

Making things 
To make sense 
Of the pieces
Scattered in front of me.

At least some things 
I know how to put back together.

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