A sum of my parts,

My joy is from the journey.

I might be missing a piece or two,

But that won’t matter until the very end.

When it becomes too important to overlook.

But then a new journey begins in trying to find those missing pieces of myself,

Self-discovery,

A road to recovery.

Throw away the box I came in,

Get to know me for me.

For I am but a puzzle....

I am a puzzle

Comprised of multiple pieces

Each piece designed to be itself

Not necessarily taking on life

But reflecting my life’s hurt, pain, emotions mindset and health

How many pieces can you put together until you see a full me

How many pieces are there

Just two hours worth or an infinity

Each piece tells a story, can you see

The firsts of many and the lasts ofs are more than one

The ...

It’s consuming me, the amount of restraint required to hold onto the integrity of my pieces.

Staying put with the illusion of safety, letting the elements take the blame for me fading away. Or to face the days accepting that my edges have lost their shape because everything that cradles the ego is the first thing effort takes.

Nothing will fit quite the same; I pay it, the currency of time well s...

Some of my pieces are missing, lost in the pockets of others or hidden beneath another piece. I’m a jigsaw where the final image is unexplainably wrong in the most subtle ways. The colors are too bright for this corner, the center is not meant to be shaped that way. But that’s the way I put myself together, and surely that is good enough, isn’t it?

I can be difficult for people to figure ...

Every person who

I have met

Or will ever meet

has contributed a piece to me

But they don’t click.

A puzzle doesn’t quite work

Because every piece fits together neatly

A puzzle has borders

A mosaic is never-ending

Always changing

Edges undefined

Swirling colors reflecting under

different lights

So maybe I’m a mosaic of everyone

I have met

Or will ever meet...

I am but a puzzle,

of strange peices picked up along my way.

They do not fit perfectly,

but manage to keep their shape.

Creating a mish-mashed painting,

Glimpses of anything I’ve ever wanted to be....

There’s many pieces to me that you Have yet to discover

And and it’s not for you to understand so you can stop trying

I used to ask myself why am I not good enough but eventually i stopped, i could no longer question, and sit around a hover

Over why I cannot satisfy you, and i won’t keep lying,

To myself for your own benefit that i am not good enough

Because I am but a puzzle

I just gotta f...

I am but a puzzle.

There are pieces of me you like,

Like my kindness, my love for art and animals, or the fact that I tear up at least once a day watching videos of other’s love on TikTok.

You like that I can find joy in most situations, always showing up with a smile on my face.

You like that I’m a child at heart, someone who loves Disney, creativity, and imagination.

These are parts of the p...

Ordinary

I am far from ordinary more with a complex mindset I’m not strong or weak somewhere in between I’m left often alone to ponder with my thoughts I’m a mythical creature created by god himself a body hallow yet filled with a spirit that controls my mind a hallow body that moves like the wind I’m Intertwined with nature as I’m the grass below your feet and the air that you breathe I fill you...

Big and minuscule,

Wildy shaped, contrasting,

I don’t know what will fit me,

I connect what feels right,

Why does it feel wrong-

Why am I a puzzle?

I’d hate to be incorrect,

I want to be like other puzzle sets,

Who have themselves solved,

But my own pieces,

Draw out my own image,

I feel weird when it’s different from others,

It’s overwhelming,

As you scavenge through mountains, piles,

And can...