The jigsaw of my life lay before me
Piece upon sorry piece
Interlocking into a pattern of pain
Heralding years of waste.
As I contemplated my fettered past
That had led me here to this pathetic present
I realised that my hands need not be tied
For I held my own future in them.
I was free to choose the same old path
Or I could be bold and challenge myself
To strike out in a new and excting way
To provide a promising bright shiny life.
The jigsaw of my life lay before me
And I no longer felt desolate but
Tingly with anticipation
As I put it out with the trash.
Copyright Anna C Croft 8/6/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Interlocking into a pattern of pain Heralding years of waste. ...... Tingly with anticipation As I put it out with the trash. very well written... atonce painful and tumultous in a soulful way cheers