So I wrote this, then reread it, then realized that it fits the criteria for this month's SDS! Wow? So basically this poem is comparing a person to the steps it takes to piece a puzzle together, whether it be a 100 or 1000 piece puzzle. I feel like in life it's mostly picking yourself and your broken pieces from off the ground and piecing them back together. No one in this world is still a perfect, shiny, glass doll. We're all Cabbage Patch dolls with their heads or arms missing. :)
Thank you my friends for helping me with my color scheme because I struggled a LOT. Each puzzle piece was made with struggles and killing my pointer finger and choosing the right color so it didn't look bad. help me...
