Puzzle Pcs

I finally found the missing piece to my puzzle
not a corner an edge nor a somewhere in the middle

there in my palm
swollen with sweat edges frayed clenched entrenched
in hand over fist after fist after fist

after fist 


It's all there
The Big picture all in one piece

Now to put myself back together again
long at last    

Peace





*PCS Post-Concussion Syndrome
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Connelly Avatar
December 18, 2019 at 5:58 AM
Maureen, of all your injury poems, I have to say this is the best. With your fist after fist, a brilliant repetition, and just the idea of being a puzzle needing pieced back together is really wonderful. Even the title sounds like a car vanity liscence plate PCS. Brilliant. Thank so very much.
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December 18, 2019 at 11:41 AM
I'm sure Maureen. I just Picassoed this idea and wrote "nor man baits" but it's really me, not the other psycho lol.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
December 18, 2019 at 8:45 AM
PUZL PCS ...I can see it. Thank you! The enlightenment. It was profound. My biggest question answered; why I hit myself. Had already conquered the self harm, this was different, a physical explanation. Joy!
White Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 11:40 AM
Well written Mo, now solve your puzzle <3
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 19, 2018 at 11:46 AM
Having all the pieces sure does help ;) Thank you Sweet Poet, your visit means a lot to me. Tendresse. xomo
Wolf Avatar
June 10, 2018 at 8:21 PM
Raw subject matter -- handled so eloquently and elegantly. Kudos, Maureen! ~ Gershon
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 10, 2018 at 9:39 PM
Thank you my friend. xomo <3
Callus Avatar
June 9, 2018 at 4:21 PM
I'm glad you got to the bottom of your 'puzzle', Maureen. A close relative of mine got concussion when playing in the school yard. After many years, she still suffers from headaches, dizziness and irritability. Regards // paul
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June 10, 2018 at 8:15 AM
Thank you Paul. Poor dear I'm hoping she's finding relief, I'm fortunate not to have the headaches. Science is catching up, if it weren't for the mainstream media coverage I doubt I would have found hope. xomo
Wade Avatar
June 9, 2018 at 8:46 AM
Amazingly well structured and written. Good job. Great read.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 9, 2018 at 9:53 AM
...makes my N/A go away ;p giggles!
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June 9, 2018 at 9:52 AM
Thank you Fauxcroft! :) xomo!
Michael Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 7:10 AM
fist after fist after fist...Nice...All the best Maureen
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 7:29 AM
Turns out it's never too late to forgive and start healing. I have been far too unforgiving of myself. Thank you Arturo. Warm wishes my friend. xomo
Manassian Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 6:30 AM
Wow! Incredible how you worded this, dear. I started not knowing where it would lead and was impressed by the finish. Hugs
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 6:49 AM
Thank you Eileen! I had a few directions in mind to write about this, surprised myself with how well it came together. Hugs back ;) xomo
Man Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 10:32 PM
Brilliant write.. deep respect!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 6:27 AM
Thank you Chance :) xomo
Cunningham Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 5:06 PM
I had never heard of that condition until now, it must be so frustrating for you.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 6:25 AM
It has been, mostly not understanding that the frustration had a name, and that I could take measures to heal. Thank you Tom :) xomo
Gentile Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 11:42 AM
WOW, glad you figured it out, Great write XOMO
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June 7, 2018 at 11:54 AM
Thank you so much Mike :) it's been there the whole time, forest for the trees unseen. xomo <3
Sands Avatar
June 7, 2018 at 11:13 AM
Oh my word Maureen. So well written, and I have experienced head trauma and PCS.
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June 7, 2018 at 11:27 AM
It's funny how we don't see the big picture. I couldn't understand how my symptoms could be worsening, nor that so much else was connected. Never mind that I could do anything about it! There's a lot of forgiving myself right now, looking back over 20 years of this madness. Thank you Heidi, I wasn't sure what would come out. Comforted to read that in past tense Heidi <3 Thank you! xomo
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