Puzzle
By Naba Lang
Trying to find the peace of my mind that I seem to have lost some time ago
Or maybe I never obtained it?
The piece to the puzzle I’ve dismantled and purposely misplaced
In the hands of a stranger that turned to familiar face
Or to the one who said they’d never leave and yet never left a trace
Maybe to the parents who helped create this space
My mind has wandered for it in so many places
Putting herself through too many phases
One which lead to the discovery of a piece that looked to fit
But chaos can impersonate peace when the puzzle isn’t fully complete
Forced its rigid edges and shallow creases into a part meant for a treat
Only to develop a catastrophe disguised as a masterpiece
With Self destruction and self preservation as the main release
Extirpating the entire mind perhaps is a solution but comes with a cost
Because the chaos is stuck and the peace is still lost
A response to the National Poetry Month prompt