House of Cards

You open your mouth and nothing comes out
but a meek little whisper
without any clout
you sit there cowering on the cold hard ground
fingers tracing the cracked cement
as you look around.
It could be worse
you heard them shout
even though you aren't a nurse
this feels like a curse
just HOW could it be worse?
Like a missing puzzle piece
a button that is lost
you wring your hands in a tight little ball
and bite your bottom lip
as you watch that house of cards crumble and fall
gather the numbers up one by one
straighten and shuffle until it calms the inner storm
and begin to build again
for that is who you are
what you do
what you know
build again
and again
and again...