The puzzle I have waited years to complete finally is slowly piecing itself together. Day by day the pieces combined as my life finally finds it's merit.
For many years the puzzle sat scattered across the table of my future, waiting for the hands of prophecy to align the pieces together to make a whole, to give the puzzle a meaning of life.
The life of the pieces that they had yearned for to be placed together to create an image that would finally represent something good, something propitious.
I wait in quiet patience as the puzzle of my life assembles itself, piece by piece. The fragments of my past lie heavy and dim, cloaked in shades of gray each one a symbol of the burdens I once bore and the paths I strayed from.
My present is a mosaic in transition, where muted tones begin to blend with the gentle bloom of color signs of healing, growth, and change. And when the final piece settles into plac.
My future reveals itself in radiant hues, a vivid testament to resilience, renewal, and the promise of a life reborn.