Living in pieces of life's puzzle scattered across my mind,
searching, looking for a final picture that will eventually
bring it all together.
Giving sense to everything I must live through, a certainty
of death is kept in mind, but still I live and enjoy what
comes unbidden into it's path.
Loving, caring, being compassionate to others takes the
place of being centered on myself, making their needs a
priority over my own inconsistencies.
A total feeling of life's emptiness and loneliness can be
filled in this way only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem