Have been lacking the inspiration and opportunity to write lately, but hopefully this makes up for lost time. Written November 2011.


You're a broken, tattered puzzle
Pieces glued in here and there
Forced to fit in all the spaces
Though they may not belong there.

It creates a jumbled picture
Yet the image is still clear
There's just one little piece missing
And you won't find it, you fear.

You've tried forcing other pieces
Into that small, empty space
But you know trying to make them fit
Was effort gone to waste.

But in time you will find that piece
And this I swear is true
You'll learn that all this time that piece
Was right in front of you.