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puzzle [poem]

she had a thing for puzzles
for seeing the beauty of the bigger picture
in all its mixed up pieces
she had enough patience to work with my
tear soaked jigsaw disaster
finding the missing outline
of my will to live and love again
buried under all the bits and pieces
of who I was
and am
and will be
she put me back together slowly
rebuilding the picture of the whole person I was
before I was cut to pieces in the first place
with her help
I’ve discarded the pieces of my puzzle that
no longer fit
ragged remnants of someone
I can’t picture myself as anymore
and together
we’re reassembling me
bit by precious bit


bookdragon, poet, witch

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