But always, I mean always,
I had felt that emptiness,
and nothing could fill it.
Nothing can fill it now,
except for my words.
So then, my writing
became more of a journey,
a mission to fill the
missing pieces of my life
that had been taken away
from me long ago,
or had never been there
in the first place.
It reminds me of sitting
in my grandmother's
dining room and
completing jigsaw puzzles
with her all those years ago.
We never, and I mean never,
Could find all of the pieces
to those puzzles. There
would always be a couple
of pieces missing.
Things were constantly
shifting and changing,
and that's what I felt
my life had become;
my life was a puzzle,
each piece a different
connection, a different
ambition, a different
piece of me.
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.



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