The past catches up to me,
hands me an old file,
and walks away without saying a word.
It takes a while for me to open the file,
not wanting memories to take over
and leave me unproductive for the night.
But when I do, I fall to my knees.
Pain, joy, terror, love, disappointment, and relief
all swarm me, taking a piece.
The file is one puzzle piece after another.
I try to put them all together
and form the person I thought I was.
But I’m only looking at a reflection of an old me,
someone I barely recognize anymore
with few dreams and goals in common.
I frame the finished puzzle
and place it on a bookshelf as a reminder
that I will change and that life will get better.
It already has.
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Robin LeeAnn 
Ah .. a twisted puzzle with some of the pieces falling into place …
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life is definitely a puzzle
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I agree!
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Beautiful piece 🙂
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Thank you!
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One thing for sure, just like the world around us, we are always changing. Though pieces of me remain the same, others have been taken away, and others added over the years.
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I agree!
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