The Missing Piece

The Missing Piece

For all my life,

I have searched,

For what I feel is missing.

I know not who,

I know not what,

Or where, when or how.

But all I know,

Is that it’s gone.

Feeling like a jigsaw,

That lacks the final piece.

As a small child,

I felt complete,

I was a normal kid.
Then one day,

I was no more,

And never felt the same.

Now I have searched,

Far and wide,
To find the missing piece.

And yet it still evade me,

From making me feel whole.

And now I start to wonder,

If I shall ever be one again.