Like the missing puzzle piece no longer fitting in the picture, am I.
Never fitting or belonging anywhere, always alone, a solitary figure, I roam this earth through darkest nights.
Finding at last a temporary hold through Hospice, where patients, like myself, are puzzle pieces no longer fitting in.
We are companions of a sort for a short while as we teeter on edges of death, and then let go.
So I guess if I were to belong somewhere on this earth, this is the place, until I at last let go to become a part of a universal heavenly picture puzzle for eternity.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-piece-14/
