It seems as if I have encountered much static and resistance in this road of healing. I know I have to face the pain, but pain has been an enemy of mine! How can you face your enemy when all you want to do is crawl into a hole and just die. I hate the truth. I hate reality. Neither one offers any hope of true recovery so it can seem sometimes.

Puzzle

I am but a puzzle,
Scattered pieces to and fro.
Different shapes, obscure places
Bent and defined, where do they go??

Many pieces in but time,
Now being gathered for this day.
By Your hand it fits together,
Broken, bent but in its place.

04/01/2006
cjh