the end

They took her apart, block by block
Playing Jenga with her mind
Tauntingly waiting for one false move
That would destroy her from inside

They unscrewed each nail, one by one
And watched her hope dissolve
Left her clinging to remnants left behind
While her castle burned to the ground.

They stole away each fantasy, the ones
That had made it easier to breathe
The ones that kept her head held high -
So they’d see strength, not misery.

But she knew someday the blocks would fall
And the nails would lay unscrewed
The towers she built would disappear and
Her story would find its end.