Insecurities

This binding fear that holds me tight

My body stiffens, I'm filled with fright

I can't break its grip on me

Somehow I must get free

It chokes me and I gasp for air

As it drags me down into its lair

It surrounds me always and won't let go

This fear remains my never ending foe.

The Perfect Fit

Pieces randomly thrown
Some are left without
A match to those
Around. But when
The piece changes
Direction, it longs for just
One.

One that fits so well
and othrs join in, too
soon the piece that
was once so lost finds its
purpose, happily placed
with similar fits that
felt exactly the same as
that first unique piece.

Then that
piece finds its way
into a puzzle. That
lonely one was the
missing piece that all
others searched for.
That final piece
that completed the
puzzel.