Jigsaw

Life is like a puzzle,

But everyone’s missing a piece,

And until you find it,

You will never really know peace.

 

It seems to come and go,

In the form of life’s ups and downs,

Just know that if it leaves,

It was never the piece,

Sent to make you complete,

And peace you have not yet known.

 

Search high,

Search low,

Be sure to check all those cracks in between,

Until your puzzle is made whole,

By someone or something,

That will never have to go.

 

The ups are just wonderful,

Aren’t they?

You’re soaring high,

Until the good times,

Say bye-bye.

 

Were they worth it?

That’s a good question,

I guess we’ll never truly know,

Why our personal heaven,

Turns out to also be,

Our own form of hell.

 

But wait until a year,

After heaven has turned to hell,

Think back and you’ll find,

There was probably a reason,

Why it fell.

 

The times known as downs are fucked,

They are piles and piles of bad luck,

That sometimes last,

Until we feel,

That we are stuck.

 

The one silver lining,

When you are down,

A.k.a. fucked,

The only way to go is up.

 

So is it worth it?

That’s for you to decide,

You can choose to run and hide,

Or to laugh and enjoy the ride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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