Fragments of my Heart

Thoughts to words to smiles or hurts

The things we think or do or say

The things we feel or hear or play

Truth shrouded with cloaks of all kinds

Feelings and thoughts are fragments

Of an undone jigsaw puzzle.

How many of us have the presence of mind

To put into place each and every piece

To fit and fix hearts and souls

In the right space?

How long should it take to complete?

When does on give in to defeat?

Why must we always tear it down

once all the pieces are in place?