Some are fortunate enough to find their place easy as a corner or an edge; it's so clear to see where they belong. While others remain lost among the huge pile of irregular shapes, with convoluted coloring, seemingly random edges and obscured detail that the leaves them feeling displaced, disillusioned and questioning their importance.
Sadly in their haste to belong many will try to fit in where they are not destined, but all too soon they realise that the pieces simply do not work together, and so they are rejected; put to the side feeling discarded, unwelcome and defeated.
But no matter your shape, your size or your detailing let your hope remain constant. For no matter how many times you find yourself turned away, it is inevitable that once all the pieces have been positioned, when the time is right your turn will eventually come.
In that singular moment the picture of your life and where you fit within it will become crystal clear. A rewarding spectacle that would be noticeably incomplete without you.
© Westley Nash (2016)
#thoughtsofsteel
This poem is also displayed on my DeepUndergroundPoetry.org page here
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Westley xx
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