Puzzle

My life is a puzzle.
I have so many pieces,
I’m easily over 2,000.
I’ve been put back together many times.
I can’t stay in place.
Each piece is it’s own,
It’s a part of me,
They all having their meaning,
And their own name.

My life is a puzzle.
It can’t seem to stay together.
Each person has tried,
But to no success.
Everyday there’s a new piece,
A new piece that likes to fall out.
You can have your try,
Please put the piece in the correct spot.
You’ll smile in victory,
Until it falls.

My life is a puzzle,
Full of anguish and hurt.
The puzzle pieces can be put into place,
But with out some glue,
You’ve got no clue,
There’s no way for you to figure out,
How each piece will teeter its way away,
How you can keep the puzzle together,
Without armor.

My life is a puzzle.
So very fragile.
This puzzle is a wall.
It’s crumbling each day,
But gaining new heights just as much.
It’s getting weak,
But there is still hope,
For there is some glue behind the smile.
There is no way,
No power greater than this glue.

My life is a puzzle,
Happy when all the pieces are in place,
And there’s that thin, fine white line of glue,
To hold me together.
This glue is magical,
No thing,
No person,
Will ever be greater than he,
This glue is my life,
It’s my armor.
Without it I fall apart,
Without it I’m naked.

My life is a puzzle.
A puzzle that’s still being torn down,
And being put back together.
The one time that it’s fully together,
When I’m fully at peace,
Is when I get in those clouds,
With my horse,
He is my glue.
He is my soul.

This is a way of living.
These scars are just proof to me that I live.
So hand me some glue,
So I can put myself back together.