I am

1 I am like a jigsaw puzzel very hard to get. People tried to hard and pushed me to far. Just to put me together. they left me wounded and scarred. scrached and ripped. it makes it very difficult for people to soluve me. maybe its just me could this be? Maybe i make it very easy for them to give up on me. some day soem one will put me together and my scarres will fad my scrachs and woundes will heal just maybe
2 I feel like i am like a unfinished puzzle with lost pieces
maybe someone will find the last piece to the real me
stopping the pain, stopping the hurting inside of me
maybe there are no pieces
are the pieces lost, lost forever
Will anyone find the lost piece
will i ever be whole again

3

like a puzzle fresh out of the box. scattered into a million peioces on the floor.
I struggle to make sense out of the chaos.
but a jumbled pictures stares back.
laughing at me
daring me to peice it all together.
what will this picture be?
a happy one. a beautiful seashore at sunset,
two lovers on a picnic,
or an old couple, many in years on a prch swing reflecting back.

or will it be sorrow, chaos, devastating.
to know the puzzle is to know myself
4 all puzzles are part of the one
and without chaos
there would be no thunder
and who would want to live without that? \/