Jigsaw Puzzle Completed Poem by Glory Sasikala

Maybe I needed to be hurt
crushed and trampled upon?

A miniscule light went on in my mind
growing brighter by the moment…

Thoughts gathered and scattered
a thousand shards
of perspectives—
none too sharp to cut through the pain,
and yet, I bled within.

You got me all nailed—
you thought!
but I know how to fix a mirror
to reflect the shades
I want the world to see—
have them read between the lines
of broken glass—
my thousand-shards perspective
now a completed jigsaw puzzle.