My mind is a puzzle,
But there is a missing piece,
I feel alive but incomplete.
The others they all seem so
Together,
But I just seem to change
With the weather.
I have her eyes and the colour of his hair,
I have their interests and the clothes they wear,
I have things to do and places to be,
But I fall out of place with them and with me.
I sit there and watch,
As the leaves go from green,
To a fiery orange and the birds start to flee.
As the wind’s whisper loudens
And the cicadas sing proud,
I sit there and wonder
About life, aloud.
For right now I may be
Confused and apart
But the future in which
I am whole is not far.
My mind is a puzzle,
But there is a missing piece,
Yet somewhere along the way
I’ll find it,
Waiting for me.
Writer – Olivia Hautler
Editor – Daniella Bremner
Artist – Tammy Ding
–April 2026–


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