Jenga
I was prepared, I had prepared, I thought.
I built walls, walls to keep in my emotions, walls to keep myself safe; 50 feet tall walls maybe of steel, metal, brick everything to protect myself. Many thing battered my walls, but nothing ever broke through, my walls were solid.
Until you slipped through the cracks, you slipped through my defenses, you entered my heart.
Those walls then became a game of Jenga, and you knew exactly which block to pull to make it come tumbling down. It was liberating and scary, frightening and exciting. I no longer needed my walls, all I needed was you; you are my new defense.
You protect me, but some days I still miss my walls, I miss being able to bounce all obstacles away. Now, I am more worn bythe elements, the wind and water; although now I know how to love. I know how to face my fears straight on. I know how to fight back without my walls, I now play offense instead of defense. I have grown much taller than my walls could ever get me.
It’s a game of Jenga and I’m glad I lost.
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I was talking to my friend Tobi, and she stated how you can mentally prepare yourself for stuff; but sometimes after being confronted with it so many times it takes away you being so prepared. It started off sad, but kinda turned bittersweet as I wrote; because we make walls to prepare ourselves for the hard stuff, but sometimes it’s better to take down those walls to accept both the good and bad into your life.
Haven’t really written in over a year so I apologise.
