Poetry: The last piece

I move through the world but don’t belong

I touch but do not feel

I eat but do not taste

I try to cry but am numb

I see others laughing yet remain mute

The world speeding by me as I stand still

I place the last piece of the puzzle in to create the picture

There is something missing, one piece left

The piece that doesn’t fit any where, the piece that is me

I choose

Poetry

I choose

I feel to my knees today

Stumbled my way through the darkness

Darkness that consumed my soul

Crawled to surrender

Crawled to fight

Fight my way through the darkness

If I can not stand

Than I must crawl my way out

If I can not stand

Than I must lay down and be consumed

Stay in the darkness and let go

Claw my way to the light and hang on

I choose to accept what is