Misfit.

I look around and think “I will fit.”

But will I be a perfect piece

to complete the puzzle?

 

Will I be the one piece

that will make a difference?

I breathe in confusion.

 

What if I don’t fit here?

What if I bring down

the puzzle altogether?

 

I snuggle myself in

the spaces found,

but I am not warmed.

 

I find my mind freezing ,

to the point where I think

I don’t belong in this world.

 

My mind squirms

to corners of warmth

to get more frostbitten.

 

I breathe cold exhaustion

and exasperation,

among tears that adorn my skin.

 

I blink among the tears

and look around, with

foggy eyes and an evident mind.

 

I see that I don’t belong

to a puzzle piece.

I don’t make a picture complete.

I am a beautiful complete picture.

-Shashvathi S H

(hoping to see with an evident mind, and embrace the complete picture I am.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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