Pieces, torn and ragged, each placed carefully together.
Pieces, missing and misplace, now found.

The puzzle is beautiful,  truly! It's fine colors and glorious appearance are becoming to the eye, but years of toil and turmoil made it what it has become. Alas something not seen, one piece is missing. She holds it, clasped to her breast, her heart embracing it. Tears stain it. She struggles, the piece doesn't want to be part of the puzzle, it rebels strikes her lashes out. Yet she holds on tight, to her puzzle piece, to her beloved piece. For without it, she is a puzzle unfinished....


*Kbartlez