Life is like a puzzle:
The middle pieces always fit together
In unexpected ways—
Though the edges are clearly defined.
They come in all different styles;
Grasslands, city life, and oceans.
Each its own perfect picture
Filled with little invisible cracks.
But the missing pieces
Always are more noticeable
Than those snugly in place.
Like a flash of lightning
In the heart of darkness;
Like blood in the water
Of shark infested seas.
They may blind those who oppose me
Or they may tear me limb from limb.
But if I lacked those holes, I wouldn’t be
More than a sack of flesh and brittle skin.
And to remind me of my strife,
With its missing pieces and all,
I would frame my puzzling life
As a picture on my wall.
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