The missing piece.

You know that saying

everyone is searching for the missing piece of the puzzle.

When you playing your comforting music

sitting in your favorite chair,

with your mind running crazy cause you just cant seem to find the piece that fits.

You get so stressed out because you cant find it that you accidentally knock over your glass of water

Water is pouring onto the floor, so you grab a towel to dry it up.

But then you find a single puzzle piece, soaking wet, being the black sheep of the rest. 

You get so excited so you reach down and pick it up, still dripping wet and place it where nothing else fit,

and it fits, so perfectly that everything is okay, all your worries are gone, your stress free. 

Your so happy and relived, but over time the water dries out, and it just doesn't seem to fit anymore.

What went wrong, you thought you found the missing piece, and it fit, so what happened.

Time happened, time dried it out because you were so caught up in the moment of relief and closure, 

that you forgot to take care of it. Now you look down at the puzzle, and every other piece fits just fine,

but not the one you thought was missing. 


  • Fay Slimm.

    A cleverly worded piece of metaphor with a sound message which is very telling - first rate read.

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