I started whole
Complete
One big, unaltered piece
Never lost
Always in place
Until cuts were made
Sharp and deep
Until there were many pieces
And then many more
And more
Until it was too much to keep up with
And I dropped pieces everywhere I’d go
Sometimes I would miss them
Sometimes I’d forget about them
Sometimes I’d feel incomplete
Sometimes I’d try to fill the spaces with things that didn’t fit
I tried to make the wrong pieces fit
I tried to use pieces from other puzzles
I tried to enlarge the pieces I did have
Hoping they’d fill in the empty spaces
Nothing seemed to work
Or worked only temporarily
But it’s okay
I make it work
An incomplete picture can still be art
I am still art
I decide if I’m complete
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