The Puzzlemaster Poem by Trevor Schulte

A puzzle lays before my eyes,
mixed and mingled with no connection.
So many different pieces begging to unite
under a common goal of becoming perfection.
Each piece represents part of who I was,
who I am, and who I am to be.
The only problem is that my perfect picture
does not take a single form but shifts
as my feelings, opionions, and beliefs vary ever so often.
My heart yells, 'TAKE ONE FORM! ! ! '
as my picture passes from soothing to storm.
It burns to know everything of the life I wish to live
but to know nothing about why my passions only peak
at moments when all that is left is faith.
How can it be, that the only thing that I have full belief in,
is the one thing of which there is no proof?
It befuddles my broken belief
into nothing but mere blinded hope.
I shift the pieces as my mind goes berserk;
fixating not on piece by piece,
but rather on the picture as a whole.
My mind belittles my heart,
'I CAN NOT DO THIS PUZZLE IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT'
...but wait; could that be the answer?
If my life were to rest on completion of an altering enigma,
what could I rest my faith in to make assurance in what I gamble?
THATS IT! ! ! Flip the board, see the white
give myself a new story to write.
A story that is stain free and can never be converted.
For the true Puzzlemaster, never leaves his pupil deserted!