Broken Piece


The world is a box of puzzles
Seven billion pieces across the land
She’s a piece looking to find
That spot that is just right

Some pieces wait their turn
To be snapped in place
Because without the others being there first
They’ll never find that spot of achievement

Some sit along the side of the road
Resting along the beaches
Waiting to find a place to jump in
To claim that spot that fit so nice

Among the billions of pieces
A few get broken
Hardly finding that perfect spot
While others take their turn somewhere else

So she waits and waits her chance
Realizing her spot, she jumps right in
Unsure she takes her place
Staying put though broken

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