They say life is in chapters.
A stack of blocks waiting to be built.
One by one.
Piece by piece.
Until that tower starts to tilt, and comes crashing down.
Building blocks are just like people
Takes time to build them up
And the smallest gust of wind to knock them down
Only, building blocks can be knocked down time and time again and someone will always come back to build them up
With people, we expect them to build themselves back up over and over
No matter how many times someone has knocked them down, all the way to the floor.
You see, I was never someone who could do that
When I get knocked down, I stay down, and just sink lower into the ground.
Because I know that I'm going to be knocked down the second I get back up.
That I'm gonna regret forgiving him after the 1,000th time he has haunted my dreams and fueled my nightmares
So I stay down, and he picks me back up, hugs me. Apologizes
A week later I'm on the floor again crying.
This is just one chapter. 1 block.
I just need to learn how to stack the others on top without the tower falling
People may be like building blocks
But building blocks are not like people
Our job is to be strong and suck it up
Their job is to be a children's play toy
Yet we have so much in common
Because people are building blocks
We just need to find the someone who will keep building us up again after we collapse
YOU ARE READING
The girl underneath
PoetryThese are poems I have written over the last year or two They can get a little dark or depressing, just a fair warning But they aren't too bad I promise
