Puzzled

Puzzled

Believing once, I was incomplete,

missing pieces to the puzzle of me.

A lifetime spent searching for,

what I had long tried not to see.

A million pieces laid scattered,

many shapes of dark and light.

Convinced that pieces were forever lost,

I gathered them up, and secured me tight.

Years later I would release them,

sliding each piece into its place.

As the image came together,

I recognized the changing face.

This puzzle not enchanted,

a perfect scene it will never be.

But the pieces that came together,

created beautiful, twisted.. Me.

Rainee