It seems as if life is like a
Puzzle
Trying to fit pieces together
Where they do not fit, when
One was wrong I put it down
And looked for another
There was psychology with
Their recovery books, telling me
To relax and have fun, then
Pills for depression and anxiety
Of no avail, and finally religion
Just get out of my self and help
Others, this would be the
Solution, so busy I would not
Have time to think, surely
This would be the answer to the
Missing Link
I tried many things, thinking my
Life would just fall together
Maybe like the pages I have
Written would fall into a book
Sometimes I felt like this puzzle
Of life would never be solved
Maybe I should have started
Out with playdough instead,
So pliable and easy to control
But slowly after time the pieces
Came together, I am still looking
For a few missing ones, to finish this
Picture of me, though maybe not here
But the Great Artist will finish it in heaven.
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