Jigsaw Puzzles Should Always Be Finished

I am a jigsaw puzzle…

Packaged, broken down and oddly pieced.

Vivid colors; a curious captivation.

Although… with time they have faded and creased.

Handed down like an antique quilt.

Fragile and warn, only portions of my picture complete.

Left wondering if I will ever be seen as one.

Admired as whole, even with corners somewhat oblique.

So I set out on a journey:

Re-genesis of the soul.

Craving colors un-imagined:

An apocalypse of the world of dull.

Along the way I caught a glimpse.

I unearthed Utopia.

A world lent only to dreams and fairy tales.

Yet I couldn’t seem to give in and face this phobia.

I continued along my search.

This time with a new groove in my step.

Part of me wanted to turn back,

But that could’ve meant loosing the little I had left.

I felt something flowering within.

I may have looked away, but that moment a seed was planted.

Roots of strength embedding themselves into my soul,

A new chance at life finally granted.

Fresh oxygen to inhale,

As this life grows inside of me.

Battling with worry and yet no panic at all.

Something so charming and enormous, the world deserves to see.

Branches of love breaking through my surface,

A bungee cord tugs, than allots some slack.

Leaves of unwritten memories begin to evolve.

This budding life needs nurture…I need to turn back.

Before I can set foot to turn around…

Utopia at my fingertips.

Life, nurture…a wonderland unsought.

And that is all before the meeting of our lips.