Puzzle

Diminutive pieces bestowed upon me,

Sliding through my hands,

Slowly scrapping my dehydrated skin.

As I analyze the very existence of each one

I notice the uniqueness of each fragment,

The jagged edges of the shapes they behold,

One thing is certain: no two alike.

Each one is tightly entwined,

Nevertheless they all seem light-years apart.

I let them go and spread them in the ivory surface below me.

As I search through each fragment I realize the abundance of my ignorance

I’ve been years searching, years collecting them…

Some pieces brought sun rays that shone my way,

Others were pure darkness that personified my frequent torments.

The reality is I have no idea what this game means,

I have not a clue of what this puzzle is or will turn out to be.

I try to decipher the very nature of each memory,

Each one of them carrying the density of all that embodies human emotion.

Yet my devotion is not worthy of understanding, or so it seems.

Each piece feels heavier, sharper, and somehow darker.

As I toy around with the pieces I feel them piercing my sense deprived skin,

I summon my hands to let go as I turn them in the direction of my eyes,

I see blood scurry through my hands…

It’s almost as if slowly scarlet silk gloves were being carefully knitted on me.

I begin to see patterns in the flow, but I beg myself to look away.

The shreds of hope still remaining encourage me to masochistically continue,

 I once again try to decode this that has been put in front of me.

So many uncertainties and questionable events!

Yet, I now understand many pieces are still missing,

I hope they don’t torture me as much…

As the ones I’ve endeavored vainly to leave behind.