I tend to get lost some times,
not in a take a left turn and end up in the next state sense.
In the sense that I get distracted.

And by this I mean I get so attached to new interests and hobbies,
I immerse myself so fully other pieces that dont quite fit disintegrate.
In this sense: being so passionate about many things I lose myself in the process,
I take 12 left turns to get back to square one.

However I always find square one,
no matter how far I am from my original destination,
I always find a way to fit the pieces together so these aspects integrate.
But these moments are few and far between,
I am always disconnected finding my matching edges,
and there are times I try and cut my corners to mold myself into a puzzle.

It can be hard to see myself clearly in these moments,
I can seem distant and angry,
depressive and unnattached.

Because when your edges are being stuffed into a box to small or too large,
you struggle to find a sense of normalcy.
You're being pushed and pulled apart,
to fit a shade that isnt yours,
expecting to find a color that matches your tone.

But you will find your tone.
Maybe not today or next month,
or even in 5 years,
but puzzles were meant to be solved,
and nothings impossible if you just find the courage to keep trying.
You will find your edges,
your pieces will be one.

He stands tall and sanguine like a beautiful sunflower;
always facing the sun and absorbing its positivity and strength hour by hour;
never allowing the darkness to swallow him whole or cause him discomfort or pain -
he just brushes it off and grows more compelling and powerful through the storms and the rain.

And here I am, the opposite; a wallflower
who hasn't got the strength to go on (nor the willpower) -
I am a wilting, moribund soul with dwindled leaves and descending dead seeds;
suffocated by the never ending nightmare - I join the worthless weeds.