Poem: Puzzle

puzzle

Puzzle

It is easy to forget
that under all the pieces
I am really quite simple.
There is no puzzle.

A loving touch.
A kind word.
White space for my words and heart
and the picture falls together on it’s own,
like magic.

About this poem

In once sense I am complex – this seething mix of emotions and past and thoughts. But mostly, at my most basic. I am as simple as a child.

Tom

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