I am a jigsaw puzzle person.
I am the gift that nobody wants,
Received and then immediately
Pushed to the back of the shelf,
Until there's nothing better to do.
As time passes my pieces disappear.
With each inadequate void
Comes another sigh of disappointment
Reiterating the fact that I'll never be enough.
I am only a learning device,
Given to people so they can learn
how pieces fit.
And when they're done
I am broken down and tossed away
So they can learn how
To start again.
YOU ARE READING
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PuisiPoetry has always been a beacon of light leading me through the dark abyss I sometimes find myself in. When the waves crash over my head, when I am being pulled to the bottomless expanses of my mind, these words wrapped around me and pulled me to th...
