Soul of Gold

I am a complex puzzle, a contrary piece, a shape that fits no hole

I am the centre cut of the jigsaw that viewed alone, makes no sense at all

A fragmented image, when viewed as a whole makes no pattern, but viewed in pieces forms my soul

Drips and drabs, colours in spaces they don't belong, lines and rivets and big beautiful blemishes contrasting and complimenting to make the glorious mixed up mess that is me, all me, nothing, but me

Base colours red and black, of darkness, of hurt and anger and corrosive rage

Should blend to make the darkest of souls

But still, mine shines brightest gold