Pieces of Me

by someday_93

I need to put this puzzle together. I need to find where each piece fits, where every bit of cardboard can be fitted together. I need to do this. Or at least I want to.

Each little shape means nothing to me. They are small and insignificant. Sprawled out on the tan rug, you may not even know they belong to each other.

I don’t know where this puzzle came from. I found it in the back of my closet; the flimsy cardboard box covered with dust and smelling of mothballs. But the pieces are as bright and colorful as they were years ago.

Yes, I need to put this puzzle together.

I don’t know why it means so much to me. I let it sift through my fingers, falling back onto the floor. They scatter around the room, but I make no move to pick them up. Some of them have turned to show their backs, a few are bent out of shape.

I look out the window, letting my thoughts drift. It’s snowing; the cold wind blows the trees, but the sun still shines brightly.

I need to put this puzzle together. Because these are pieces of me.

Comments

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  1. Pieces of Me

    .:band baby:.'s Buddy Icon .:band baby:.

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    awe. this is really cute and good! love it =)

  2. Pieces of Me

    One Time, One Chance's Buddy Icon One Time, One Chance

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    this reminded me of the song, well idk wht it’s called but it goes [breaks into song]:
    Pisces of youuuu..
    ..Pisces of meee..
    [tht’s all i know haha]
    but excellent writing, anyway.

  3. Pieces of Me

    blackbearsrock's Buddy Icon blackbearsrock

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I like the last line of the poem, that was great!

  4. Pieces of Me

    Nat's Buddy Icon Nat

    Posted about 1 year ago

    that made me smile… i love your reflective style

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