Our Puzzle edit2

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Puzzle

Sometimes, the picture gets broken.
Our pieces fall out of place.
They can be from different parts,
all scattered around.
Sometimes they are from one part
and leave a big hole.
They sit jumbled, 
pieces in their box.
Some edges are blurry.
Some are sharp.
Each examined in turn,
looking for answers.
We sit in our places,
sifting,
longing to be whole.

Epilogue

When broken, 
trying to arrange our pieces,
an Allison is what we need.

An Allison knows the answers 
are easy, there in the box.
It's the questions that we seek.

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Sometimes, the picture of our life gets broken.
Our pieces fall out of place and
we can’t see how we fit together.
Sometimes the pieces are from different parts,
all scattered around.
Sometimes they are from one part
and leave a big hole.
They sit jumbled in our thoughts;
loves, losses, pains and triumphs,
pieces of a puzzle in their box.
Some have blurry edges, hard to see.
Some are sharp, painful to hold.
Turning them this way and that,
we examine each,
looking for the answer.
We sit in our places,
sifting,
longing to be whole.

Epilogue

An Allison is what we need
when we are broken, trying
to arrange the pieces of ourselves.
 
An Allison knows the answers 
are there in our box for us to see.
The right question, an Allison knows,
is what will set our pieces free.