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Puzzled

Puzzled

 

I am a piece to the puzzle.

 

Or else, why am I here?

 

I see puzzle pieces all around me

 

Fitting into their respective places

 

Happy to fit in

 

Aware of their unique shape

 

Comfortable with each rounded and cornered edge

 

Some bigger, some smaller

 

Some wealthy, some not so wealthy

 

All seem to be clear on the shape of their own puzzle piece and blissfully filling in their specific space in the puzzle

 

I long to find my place in the puzzle

 

Desperately searching for the empty space that longs for a puzzle piece like me to fill it

 

26 years, trying to fill empty spaces I find available

 

Only to find that my piece doesn’t fill the space

 

No matter which way I turn it

 

Trying to make sense of it

 

Should I search for the space?

 

Does the space come to me?

 

Am I searching for space in the wrong puzzle?

 

Oh, I see now.

 

Before a puzzle piece can fill it’s unique and special place in the puzzle,

 

It must be aware of its own unique and special shape.

 

I guess the search continues, not to find my space to fill, but to know the shape of my puzzle piece first.

 

One thing I do know, I have time.

 

One thing I don’t know, is how much I have left.

 

Will I find it. Will I fill the puzzle?

 

Or will my unique space go forever unfilled?