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Puzzle
Life is a puzzle.
When you're born,?
you begin the edge-
blank, full of pieces.
Growing up is shaping the borders:?
you learn what fits,?
what doesn’t.
?You discover who you are.
Adulthood—?
that’s the middle.?
The part where pieces blur,?
where the picture becomes unclear.?
You endure confusion,?
sorrow, pain.
A missing piece—
?a soulmate,?
a purpose.?
Some find it early.?
Some, too late.?
Some, never.
Toward the end,
?things start to click.
?You recognize the picture
?you’ve been building.
Then comes the final piece—
?death.?
And everything you built
?disappears.
You’re lucky?
if you ever finished the puzzle.
Then,?
someone new?picks up the pieces.
And it all begins again.
Copyright ©
Marcela Garcia
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