Puzzle Poem by Cyclopseven R

The mirror on the wall
suddenly fell with a thud
unto pieces it went
creating puzzles of my face.
as I bent down to collect
the pieces of the mirror
I noticed clearly,
that I am nothing
but a puzzle in this existence.

Where do I belong to?

in this grandeur universe
I roam across the land.

Is there a place for me to solve this puzzle?
a question I have always asked
until the mirror on the wall
sheds me the answer
in pieces it reflects to me
the way to become whole again
by uniting the pieces shattered.

even the smallest bit
plays importance
so to keep the whole together
to be one with existence,
the events we live
we gather in our conscience.