I am a puzzle piece,
That forms many horrors.

Can you stick me to the moon?
With mirrored hope and cursed
Bite marks, will I become whole again?

Can you throw me at the waves
Like a skipping stone,
Worn and washed away
A sailors drifting song.

Can you fit me with a flower
That holds sad depression,
And blooms a heart broken.

Can you light me on fire
With a burning desire,
To drive the shadows away?

And can you make me smile
Though love and laughter?

Can you put me back together
Someday?