Pieces os Life
Ride on a zephyr
Parts of Life
On a wind
As Occular Sinister
As a left eye can be
Both are the same thing
No matter how it's put
Waves of sorrow
Just begun
The sickness
Of nervous twisting
A tornado swallowed
Swirling inside
No tangible remains
Memories kept in mind only
Everything seems lost
Ingested into the unknown
Hope rides a wave
Of unseen possibility
Undesired freedom
A new life not yet imagined
Is all lost
When true self is found?
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jigsaw-2/
