The cold darkness of night

traps a lonely child,

it will not let him escape

unless a warm and caring hand

guides him to the exit,

until he finally fits

into the puzzle called life.

 

The day came and he was ready

but to leave things behind

was required,

thus, insecurity and self-hate

were sacrificed at once,

now he runs through the green field

and silently smiles at the lights of night,

knowing that he’s no longer alone

Since he met the warm and caring hand.

 

He fits the puzzle now

Each piece has a place,

Each piece matters,

Each piece cries,  

Each piece loves,

Each piece builds the image,

Brush strokes of green,

Carefully done

By lovely artists,

All contributing to every trace,

Creating the beautiful image

Of the puzzle called life,

The puzzle called family.