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?