In my mind there is a vault. <br />Within the vault holds, <br />The puzzle pieces of my past. <br />I must find the key, <br />That opens the vault, <br />To unlock the secrets of my past. <br /> <br />One by one I remove the puzzle pieces. <br />Each one holds a special meaning. <br />I hold each piece in my hands, <br />Allowing them take me back, <br />To my forgotten past. <br />The memories are not pleasant. <br /> <br />Each piece holds me captive, <br />As I re-live the past that it holds inside. <br />Finally the puzzle piece releases me, <br />And then I must find the place where <br />The puzzle piece belongs within my life. <br />I must do this again and again. <br /> <br />I take hold of each of the puzzle pieces, <br />And drift back to the time which, <br />I rather not remember. <br />One by one the puzzle pieces, <br />Are placed with the puzzle, <br />To reveal the answers of my forgotten past. <br /> <br />Finally, I remove the last piece from the vault, <br />And I place it within the puzzle. <br />I open my eyes to see the picture, <br />Only to realize that there are still missing pieces. <br />Anger and frustration fill my mind, <br />To come so close but yet so far away. <br /> <br />I need the answers that my past holds. <br />Finally, the anger and frustration fade, <br />And I know what I must do. <br />I must travel back into my mind, <br />To find the vault that holds, <br />The missing puzzle pieces of my past.<br /><br />A.M. Belsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/puzzle-pieces/
