Puzzled

Imagine completing a puzzle

And you get to that final piece

But it’s nowhere to be seen

You look everywhere

But its astray into nothingness

Now that puzzle is incomplete

But you worked so hard

Took the time to decipher what was best

Yet no matter how hard you try

That piece will forever be absent

You wouldn’t have worked so hard

if you had known there would be a gaping hole

Why even bother?

If you can’t get that perfect picture,

Then what was the point?

Would you have chosen a puzzle knowing of its flaws?

Would you willingly go into this challenge,

Knowing the ending would be obsolete?

The puzzle lays unfinished

Unable to be mutated

Not all puzzles can be whole

Some simply come the way they come

Does that make them bad?

Worth less?

Not as pretty to look at

Not as blessed

We dwell on the piece missing inside

But fail to recognize

What other pieces we have

The ones that we worked so hard to understand

We throw that all away

Because one little bit could not stay

How could anyone love this mess?

Almost put together

Yet taken down from stress