I was
piecing it
back together.
Crazy-glueing each
piece of my life
where it should be.
First, smoothing the
rough edges,
then filling the center,
the heart of the
puzzle,
with everything I
love.

Music hovered
over the fragments
of the jigsaw
of my world,
sweetening the
once dark,
and depressing
mood.
I can see it all
coming together.

Imagination
stretches just beyond
my reach,
over the horizon,
but it’s in my view.

Kindness is what
keeps the pieces from
falling from my grip.
Keeping the pieces
in place.

Creativity is the
table that supports
the puzzle,
supports me.
It keeps my life
from completely
slipping through my
fingers.

But Hate
lurks by the
corner, threatening
to destroy my
puzzle,
my soul,
my world.

But now,

I’m willing to fight back.