Jenga

My life is a game of Jenga. My mistakes, my bad habits and my personality flaws are all pulling the pieces out from under me and I can feel it...
wavering...
quivering...
I watch my fingers as they reach for that fateful piece. That wrong piece. That vital.last.piece.
Inwardly I scream at myself not to touch it, but I know I will, I always do.
Jenga.