Puzzled Poetry.
Life is like a puzzle,
But every piece is blank,
Just odd shapes to search for and fit together.
Each person has thier own puzzle to finish,
And we get so rapped up in finishing our own,
That we forget to help everyone else finish theirs.
But in the long run,
Each of our puzzles finishes in an odd shape.
One with twists and turns that shape who we are and define what we will be.
But if we all help eachother find the fragmented pieces of ourselves,
Scattered carelessly throughout our reality,
We will come to see that we fit together flawlessly.
We can finish the puzzle and move toward a better understanding of who we are and why we’re here.
We have to help eachother finish our puzzles in order to find peace.
Oh and one more thing…
We just make a bigger piece.
Drew J. Biglow 15 MAR 2011
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