My life is like a game of Jenga
Every brick stuck together like each tick of the clock
inextricably linked yet so easily taken apart
Sometimes
I wish I could I could pull out those moments like a brick in Jenga
take each dirty, embarrassing, humiliating mark from the tower
as I watch the tower lean
twist
turn
but not fall.
I want to take out every brick in the tower
Every brick until one more would topple the whole thing over
I want to see the tower fall in my mind's eye
just to know that I know
what each brick means
and wince and cringe and Feel
as the tower becomes unrecognizable before my eyes
only to laugh when the tower stands oh so precariously.
But I let it stand because I know that it is beautiful.
It was always beautiful.
Other times
I wish I would pull one more.
I never was good at Jenga.
