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Marcela Garcia Poem
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 | Year Posted 2025
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Marcela Garcia Poem
Family
Family is such a strange concept.?
I'm told to love them—?
even when they hurt me,?
even when they bring sadness into my life.
Why??
Why must I love the ones?
who brought me into this
?unpleasant world?
I hate being told to love them.
?And yet,
?I do.
Even when they hurt me,?
even when they make me cry—?
I still love them.?
And I hate that I do.
They could do?
the most despicable things,?
and still—
?I'd love them.
That’s the part I hate the most.
Family is such a strange thing.?
Because even though?
I hate to love them so much...
?I love loving them?
even more.
Copyright © Marcela Garcia | Year Posted 2025
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