If my heart was a jigsaw puzzle, every
piece would be a different colour, and
there would be more than one way to fit it together.
Some days the greens would take centre stage,
the days when I’m doing what I love and spending time
with those I love. Warm, cosy, satisfied.
Then on days when I’m alone, but still content,
blues and aquamarines would drift in and nestle neatly,
peaceful days spent in a book or in the woods.
Reds and oranges for those anxious, frustrating times,
and then yellow, my least favourite of all,
barging in at the most inappropriate of times
to bring me down into a world of doubt, depression, decline.
But I have to remember, all it takes to shift it
is a simple switch of the pieces.