Puzzle Box Mirrors

I am loathe to think
that years of suffering
have been blamed on
“being incomplete.”

I’m not some puzzle,
cast aside pieces
spread far and wide,
lost in the cracks
of life.

We have all our pieces.
We all have so many.
But we may not have learned
to line them up
and fit the hooks
into their receivers.

I do not need
someone to complete me,
but I may need
a mirror,
the puzzle-box
holder,

hold it closer,

So I can see me.


© CGT, 2018.

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