Tricky Moves

I've built my life

like a game of Jenga

Every tricky move

Brings me closer to falling apart

As I build my way up

All my tricky moves

Bring me closer to plumiting

But I'm not the only player

I go only once in a while

Everyone else when they go

All there tricky moves

Bring me closer to the ground

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was fun to write

 

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nightlight1220's picture

Healing and growth never ends

Healing and growth never ends if you want to be healed, it just morphs into new ways to heal and grow. The choice is very simple--heal and grow, or wither and perish. ~peace~liked it.

 

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ashes_twisted's picture

Oh,

how delicate we must touch the things that appear broken,

but even when we crash,

and shatter against the ground,

we still find ourselves brushing off the remnants.

 

I enjoyed reading this as much as you enjoyed writing it.

(^-^)

Good day. <3


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

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Jenga As Life

We all fall down, declare the game over, get up, brush off the dust because starting over is a frequent pattern during a lifetime. Their tricky moves cause them to fall and you win. Cool writes make me think, like this one does ~Lady A~



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