Tiny pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
They are all
I can only remember one piece
And I don’t know how I got to it.
I’m standing on an island.
Water surrounds me.
I have so much to say,
but I can’t tell you.
I can’t pinpoint its beginning and end.
I have thoughts rising and falling,
crashing in the distance.
Much like a young child
a squeal of a bird,
a rustle in the plants,
and I’ve forgotten.
My words always come,
but much like a shadow
the shape is constantly shifting
I can remember my past
like I’m reliving it.
I won’t remember today tomorrow,
just bits and pieces of it.
I’m a scrabble board with four players:
The best part…they all are a part of me.
Puzzle pieces, my memory.
This is amazing! beautifully written and very powerful. I love the quote too. I look forward to reading more of your poetry
Thank you so much! 😁 Your honest expression cultivated from experiences and/or a loved one’s experience is so captivating. Your way of writing has a great voice and flow. The details allow the reader to focus on each of the details presented, while also allowing the reader to apply themselves to the story. I can’t wait to read more. It takes a strong person to tell the world about your world. 💛