This Puzzle
By Tara Nicole Walker
8.29.2002
Scattered here before me
Are pieces of my dreams
Pieces of me
Parts of my world
This is
The puzzle of my life
Every piece
A different something
Another nothing
One more part
Of me
What goes where?
And when?
These answers
Yet elude me
They stand just beyond
My desperate grasp
Like things my eyes long for
Just beyond the light
I'm lost from myself
In this maze
That is truly
Everything I am
Not two pieces connect
Or even fit together
Truly in the right way
I clutch at the blindfold
That covers my eyes
My desperate eyes
My needing eyes
My longing eyes
And as I cry
I hear someone
Laugh
And I realize
That the voice
Is my own
The other part of me
That stands adrift
On her hollow raft
Of evil pleasure
She knows how I fit together
To become me
To become one
To be whole
Yet she lends not
A helping hand
Not an encouraging word
Nor a soft whisper
A simple
Harsh laugh
Echoes in my ears
The glee of Me
I blindly feel around
For a piece
To start with
Something to begin with
The piece is my heart
It does not fit with my mind
My mind does not fit
With my soul
My soul does not fit
With my logic
And my logic
Does not fit with my heart
I fumble once again
And find
My man
But my man does not fit
With my heart
But he fits with
My mind
I reach and find love
With another man' name
But he fits
With my heart
I fumble again
Confused and heartbroken
My dreams remain shattered
My fantasies unfulfilled
My soul still unshaken
This is what I live
Day by day
Hour by hour
This is what
Life consists of
The search
For the one piece
That will bring
This puzzle
Together