Life of Becka

Confessions of a Dreamer

The Puzzle Maker

Fragmented puzzle pieces.
Waiting to be put back together.
Memories scattered across the room.
Trying to associate. Trying to make sense.
Missing pieces always looking for the one’s I’ve lost.

I am the puzzle maker.
Always trying to make them fit.

My search continues.
Looking for the fragments.
Trying to complete the picture of my life.


This entry was posted on November 15, 2009 by in My Story, Post Traumatic Stress.


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