I once heard that family is like a jigsaw puzzle,
Each member, a piece to make it whole.
Yet I'm constantly reminded,
That my piece doesn't fit very well,
And I'm just one piece going missing,
From being unable to fit in at all.
I wonder, if there's puzzle out there,
One that would want me.
One that lets me fit in,
Perfectly aligned, and welcomed.
My edges might be too frayed for that,
My picture too dark, and worn.
Mayhaps the only puzzle I belong too,
Is the one comprised of all the other lonely pieces?
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
I once heard that family is like a jigsaw puzzle,
Each member, a piece to make it whole.
Yet I'm constantly reminded,
That my piece doesn't fit very well,
And I'm just one piece going missing,
From being unable to fit in at all.
I wonder, if there's puzzle out there,
One that would want me.
One that lets me fit in,
Perfectly aligned, and welcomed.
My edges might be too frayed for that,
My picture too dark, and worn.
Mayhaps the only puzzle I belong too,
Is the one comprised of all the other lonely pieces?
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