I am a puzzle.
A three dimensional puzzle. A kind one puts together just so they can take it apart. Not the kind one frames and places on the wall for everyone to see. NO - I am a puzzle that is always broken, And gets built again, And again, And again. What good is a puzzle - if it's in pieces? What good is a puzzle - if it is whole? I am a puzzle. I live in between my two ends - The broken, and the complete. The empty, and the whole The Vague, and the clear. I am a puzzle. A three dimensional puzzle. A kind of puzzle with pieces like lonely, joy, anger. A puzzle of the human kind. The human tower of feelings, Of sorrow, of rage, Of laughter, of desire. Wanna know what I look like? When you build me - you undress me, Piece by piece. And when I am whole - you can see me, Whole in my nakedness. Until you take me apart And begin anew. I am a puzzle. I get built up - just so I can be taken apart. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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