I'm an awkward puzzle piece
A connection to a corner that nobody has claimed
Part of the group of misfits desperately groping
To get a grip on what it's like to fit into the picture
Reaching for a feeling
Something to take away the confusion
Of such an everyday ******* up pass-time.
I'm the puzzle piece that's part of the sky
That simply blue piece
That doesn't know quite where to fit in
Who is put aside and returned to when needed
Who otherwise will not be looked at
Until one piece is missing.
I am a part of this beautiful sky that is so overlooked
That is there without being there
A connection never faltered.
I am a piece of sky that struggles forward in a misshapen puzzle
Desperately grasping to reshape her misfit parts
Hoping to include a bit of cloud
That won't make her edges look so rough.
But I am this connection that is taken for granted
Until it falls off the table
When everyone falls to their knees and realizes
How important such a small part may be
And only then will misfits realize
Without being different
Without being the awkward puzzle piece
Of blue sky with rough edges and a lousy connection
That without them
The connection can't be made
The puzzle is left uncompleted.