Things About Strength

It always starts the same way. 
He’s mesmerized by my energy, infatuated with my color, my power... 
all the things that make me strong and beautiful. 
Then after he has me for awhile the power begins to threaten him, 
or intimidate him... and 
like a Jenga tower, 
                                              he carefully, 
     strategically 
removes one block 
                    at a time 
with well placed destruction 
     until finally,
 the tower of me collapses
 and he says 
“see, I always knew you were unstable.” 
                           I need to know how 
to keep all my pieces 
and never let them be taken again.

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