A pretty little picture cut into tiny little pieces is the perfect little puzzle for my little poetry. I’m puzzled by the way these little puzzles come together. These pieces were a picture of a perfect little mess, portrayed by the person you never would have guessed.
That person would be me, a mighty little maiden, masking my opinion with all the mindless matter that’s minding its own business in the middle of my mind.
The problem with this business is that it’s buzzing in my brain, burying itself deeper into the dizzying darkness of my mind, busying itself with all the burning decisions, dividing itself to go through two different doors.
This business is nothing that I can control. It’s killing my confidence and correcting my cowardice all in the same confusing chaos. It’s catching my countless faults and coaching them out of me. It’s a crazy little creature that I can’t quite comprehend. One moment it’s caring and kind, and the next it’s criticizing.
This puzzle I’ve purchased portrays the picture burned in the back of my mind, forever a memory I cannot escape. It’s a picture of all the perfect moments and all the mistakes I’ve made. It’s a box full of all my pieces, broken, torn, and waiting for someone to pick me up and put me back together.
Pieces of a puzzle would be nothing without each other. They would be pointless without their purpose. They belong to be together, forever bound to their brothers, for only when they’re put together do you see the final picture.
Problems of a person would create nothing without each other. They would cause more chaos alone than they could with another. They belong to be together, forever bound to their brothers, for only when they work together do you see the final picture.
Only when you put down the overwhelming piece that you can’t figure out, do you see that it’s not as big as it seems. Only when you see past one corner of yourself that doesn’t feel right and take a look at all of you and all of your problems, do you see that you have overcome more than you think, that you are better with all of the broken pieces than if you threw some away.
Just as a puzzle needs all its pieces to be perfect, so does a person need all their problems to be whole.