Just when all the pieces are neatly in place,
Someone, or something crashes into it,
Knocking all the pieces out of place.
The perfect picture once admired is now;
Scattered and skewed, with gaps and holes.
Hours and days and years of effort,
Are undone in an inconceivable instant.
Ranting and raving won't fit the pieces together.
Getting angry at God won't fix the fragmented picture.
Blaming and shaming won't help either.
Leaving the pieces randomly scattered,
Will just leave you emotionally battered.
It is time to pick up the haphazard mess,
And straighten up the upside down.
It is time to patiently struggle and find a matching piece,
For each irregular gap and hole.
With time and patient effort,
A random collection of pieces,
Is once again pieced and placed,
Into a whole and complete picture.
Until the next time someone,
Or something, knocks it out of place.
And once again,
Leaves pieces strewn across the floor.
The writing prompt for this poem is "Aftermath."
My thoughts took me to the moment when we think everything in life is comfortable and complete. Then, an unforeseeable tragedy happens and in an instant life is irrevocably changed forever. In the aftermath, anger and grief won't help to put our life back together. It takes time and effort to fill the empty places that are left in the wake of a tragedies such as death, divorce, and disaster.
In my family, winter is the time to put together complex, 1000 piece, interlocking puzzles. I have spent many hours sorting through multi-colored puzzle pieces and looking at the shape of the puzzle edges. Therefore, the life is a puzzle metaphor is a natural relationship for me to link the aftermath of tragedy to.