Jigsaw
I try to put pieces of the puzzle together and make every single one fit, but I lose focus. And in returning to the puzzle, I receive more pieces even more jumbled then the first set. I struggle and struggle to make them fit. Taking one piece at a time, I rearrange the pieces until a sliver of the bigger picture comes to mind. And right as an image comes to light, more pieces appear.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world