Puzzle Pieces of Peace

As the year winds down, I find that I am completing a puzzle. A puzzle containing pieces of mistakes, relationships, love and heartache.

And last but not least: trust.

With this particular puzzle piece, one allows a person within, down to one's deepest core, acknowledging the risk that whomever is granted this puzzle piece, one's trust, could easily leave, and yet accepting the risk anyhow. But maybe, that is the beauty of trust after all. While people have helped me find this piece, people have also helped me abandon this piece as well.

Six months ago, bridges were burned, and this puzzle piece of trust, practically inflamed. Yet six months later, I find myself dizzy, encircling around the single question: am I really ready for this? Ready to give away this piece of trust? After all, this piece is the reason why I had my first heartbreak in the first place. I was finally recovering; how could I possibly give away this puzzle piece? How could I let myself trust someone again? Want to hear my conclusion? That is where a particular person comes along, that kid. That kid scares me. I mean, here I am, giving away this puzzle piece of trust, knowing that he could take this piece and break it, considering it has been broken before. Yet there is something different about that kid. That kid gives me hope. And it is his hope that has given me a reason to give away this puzzle piece, to trust again.

As this year winds down, I find I am completing my own puzzle. Though these pieces may fall apart, I will be ready to stand tall and put the pieces back together. And when all the puzzle pieces are finally put together, that is when I will find peace. This puzzle of peace compiles pieces of mistakes, relationships, love, heartache, even trust. And lastly, this puzzle of peace compiles pieces of me.