Musings: Thought for the day
I had this thought while doing some free writing in class today. It is not poetry, I just laid it out this way to group ideas:
Memories are like a jigsaw puzzle with no edges.
With pieces missing.
Emptied on the floor, some upside down, hiding, hidden.
Some you are afraid to turn over - they might taunt about better days, or dredge up old hurts and fears.
