My life lies scattered about me
Puzzle pieces all about
No jigsaw did this, it happened
When my life was in route.
Each day I awake with pain,
Do you, too?
It may not be a comfort
But there are millions who do.
I have never figured out the why
The wherefore or the who;
But I do know,
No one has a clue.
It makes you wonder
About the direction of life,
The meaning of pain,
And the purpose of strife.
All you formerly knew as routine
Is now known as frustration land
Life is more of a challenge
Than you ever planned.
I have to wonder if real life
Is ever truly planned,
Or is it just a random event which occurs
Without any high command?
I do know it often feels like war
But I cannot decide,
If I’m winning or losing
Or just along for the ride.
If that is the case
Shouldn’t I be having more fun?
And what is the purpose of this war
And how do you know if you won?
I’m afraid I know
It’s a war to the death.
Nobody wins and it doesn’t help
To hold one’s breath.
Where have all the answers gone?
Is there any meaning to strife?
Is this all just one big game show
Called “Do you bet your life?”
After all these years
I don’t have a clue
You’d think by now
I’d at least have a few.
I’d like to startle and amaze
I’d like to spew forth knowledge
But alas I find I can’t
while tettering on a ledge.
Most days I can only spew a bit
And that is usually while I gaze
As I behold this body
Now just a puzzling maze.
I’ve decided this earthly form
Is just the vehicle for life’s trip
And it seeks its own destination
While I get a fat lip.
Okay, I get it
Life makes no sense at all
But I persistently like to think
One day I’ll get a call.
“Hello Mrs Wood,
This is the world’s greatest Physician
And you are suffering because all
Of this is some great plan.
“You’re supposed to gain knowledge
And share all you find
Examine your life
While keeping your mind.
“So far you’re doing okay
But there are days I do worry
Remember you have just so many days
Thus you’d better not tarry.
“You’re spending too much time
On complaints you cannot change
Too much time on poor little you;
Remember life’s a huge boomerang.
“Stop looking for reasons
Shut your mouth when you must
Just gain knowledge and insight
And stop making this fuss.”
My puzzle didn’t come in a box
With a picture of what it should be.
It came along in pieces,
No directions for me to see.
It’s like belonging to a club
The Pain of the Month it’s to be,
And the packages arrive promptly
Like a wild spending spree.
Then one day.
The phone did ring
And a deep voice said, “Hi,
Yes, I’m the real Thing.
“I’m called many names,
Great Physician and often, Lord
And you’re wasting much time
Which you can ill afford.
“Enough is enough
I’ve heard all you say
But don’t you get tired
Of living that way?
“Answers are there for you to find
My promises are true.
I’ve promised you to be there
Always, specifically for you.
“I can multi-task like you cannot
Watch over you and keep you safe
But you have to have faith, and trust;
You’re not some orphaned waif.
“I gave these doctors knowledge
I will lead you to their skill,
You just be a good girl
Rest your doubts and trust my will.
“And don’t worry about that jigsaw
It’s one of mine, like you;
Just be sure to remember
I invented glue.”