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one of those days jenga COPIED 10/12/2025

I can’t find the words to describe how I feel

Lost, empty, sad.

Today’s been a rocky day

moments piled on top of each

aching , reaching for that one

wishing for this wanting that

smiling signing crying

memories one on top of another

little voices, tiny hands

filled up

hopeful

warmth, sweetness, moons shine, it like a Jenga game, each piece balancing every so tentatively upon each other.

Life is surprising that way

always reaching higher

balancing just so

then it tumbles.

I am always trying to make this pile work

all the times I’ve thought I will just move this a tiny bit there is room.

I have always been so determined

to make that me best out of this situation

or that one

positive attitude

turn the other cheek

go the extra mile and at the end of the day I’m just here

People move on and relationships change

I’m avoided or dismissed

or I just imagine I am

little things

I never thought would change

and they do

I have to move forward

I have to move forward

and I do.

Its just a matter of moving this

or adjusting

rethinking

letting go

allowing the fall

maybe when its all fallen down

the piece’s will reveal the answer

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