Make sure the blocks can’t be removed
My life cannot be that Jenga like structure I have so often experienced in my past
Tell me about the times you have had falls so big that the cuts left deep rooted scars that reappeared in dark nights and low moods
For I am just 35 but for the persecutions I’ve lived in I feel so much older
But not so much wiser as you’d all like me to be
I have always put my arms out for others
Drowning myself just to save a soul
In pain and alone but others use me as stepping stones to love or achievements
Am I where I thought I’d be?
Probably in most cases
In most elements of my life I have exceeded
Marriage a home my family still here
Personal development seems to have stopped in areas
