Puzzle Pieces

Puzzle pieces, 

Fitting into place, 

What happens when the colors don’t align?

Silence fills the room, 

The lights cast a glare, 

You’ll fall into it, 

Losing and gaining, 

A little of yourself each minute, 

You’ll forget time, 

In the stillness of the hours, 

From the edges in, 

And so your soul heals, 

As the puzzle forms, 

So you fit the pieces, 

Of broken lives together, 

And the colors align.