On the Floor

Me and my patterns
An astrologer friend noted
Building and destroying
Building and destroying

The chaos in the ashes
Like the agony of childbirth
Forgotten with time

Maybe I’m there again
Uprooted so suddenly
The death of my cat
Back at work the next day
Gave her stuff away
The look on his face

And now am I okay?
Or am I stuck in overdrive?
Supposed to be resting
Living the beach lifestyle

The Jenga blocks got pulled
One at a time
Until I’m crumpled on the floor
Starting over again

Is this hard coded
Or avoidable?
Or am I going first
Into the storms of our future?

At least a soft heart to fall onto this time
House of cards
Hands of fate
Build again