My Jigsaw

by | Nov 11, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

Sitting here with darkness wrapped around me
my memories eat slowly through my soul
I wonder if the light will pierce this darkness
to heal the hurt and pain and make me whole

I am pieces hiding in life’s broken jigsaw
Those near me try to make me whole again
I place this mask upon my face each morning
and show my face of sun instead of rain

You’ll find no magical solution for me
No counsellor can fix this shattered soul
There is no fix to help me in this nightmare
No god to even help or to console

So take me as I am each day I waken
Try hard to let me live at my own pace
One day I will awaken with such brightness
the day I see once more your loving face


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