Puzzle Piece


There is always that puzzle piece that

does not fit.

The others slide in with

ease

next to their peers with little

more than a sigh

laughing and loving

creating a wonderful picture

of like minds and colors

that compliment the other.

There is always that puzzle piece that

does not fit.

Sometimes it is forgotten

lying in the dark and

gathering dust

no one to complete its half,

it only has time in the world

to consider why it is different

but can never arrive at a

conclusion.

It only sees the same figure,

the same color and the same heart

as the picturesque puzzle.

There is always that puzzle piece that

does not fit.

Even if there is a hole admist

the whole,

they take no notice

those that look the other way or

don’t dain to care for the blank

space,

what is it of their concern

if emptiness exists

unfilled, disconnected,

they are safe,

selfishly basking in the glow of other’s

attentions

because they’re scared:

No piece wants to be the one that

does not fit.

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