This Is Why I Break

Shattered pieces around me lay
as many times before.
I carefully sit and place them
neatly on the floor.
To sort through and fix
one by one, until there is no more.
Then the world will always come
and scatter these pieces around
Leaving me to quickly place them
in a tower that is quickly bound.
Not sturdy or stable can it be built
in the moments it must go up.
Never strong never sturdy,
always built in a rush.
Then the storm will pass,
and the pieces come down,
to be sorted out once more.
Placed so neatly in front of me,
which ones to fix or which to store.
Never getting the chance to finish,
before they are scattered once more.
This is why I break.
This is why I crumble.
The tower that stands is bound together,
by pieces of broken rubble.

@s.ray