Picture Puzzle

Like pieces to a puzzle,

            I’m disconnected.

Scattered and missing pieces

            have left large holes in my picture.

There’s almost nothing left to see

            of the woman I used to be,

and I wonder if the pieces remaining

            are even worth saving.

I long for the days

            when life was so simple--

            when the I was complete.

If one more piece should fall away,

            I fear I shall always be . . .

            incomplete.

Francene Hopkins

August 15, 1996 (c)