life is strange right now
so much to be said yet
finding the right words
is becoming half the battle
like it is a puzzle
and one day it’s coming along nicely
and then the next none of the pieces are going together,
it gets overwhelming and I want to give up
just put all the pieces away and throw it out
but I keep the puzzle out
until it makes more sense
I will be glad I never gave up
because it will make such a pretty picture
in the end, when it is time
t.b.
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Author:
.t.h-b. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i suppose with the burden of contemplating life comes a nice poem once in a while, like in this case
- Category: Reflection
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