LOSS

Thinking of what the future holds, I lose all sanity.

What’s in store for me?

What’s going to happen?

I don’t look it on the outside,

But within, I’m an unfinished puzzle.

Pieces strewn everywhere, thousands of them.

Each with no purpose until they’re put together.

That’s me.

I act like I know what to do,

But really, I’m running around like a decapitated chicken.

What should I try out?

What should I change?

Why should or shouldn't I worry?

It’s not too early to fix things,

But it could be too late already.

What I do now, can alter the rest of my life.

I never forget that.

Yet, with my only motivation coming from my pet bird and workout CDs,

I keep moving on.

Reassuring myself along the way.