Puzzle

But always, I mean always,

I had felt that emptiness,

and nothing could fill it.

Nothing can fill it now,

except for my words.

So then, my writing

became more of a journey,

a mission to fill the

missing pieces of my life

that had been taken away

from me long ago,

or had never been there

in the first place.

It reminds me of sitting

in my grandmother's

dining room and

completing jigsaw puzzles

with her all those years ago.

We never, and I mean never,

Could find all of the pieces

to those puzzles. There

would always be a couple

of pieces missing.

Things were constantly

shifting and changing,

and that's what I felt

my life had become;

my life was a puzzle,

each piece a different

connection, a different

ambition, a different

piece of me.