So many pieces make up this complicated puzzle of mine
some nature, some from nurture; all make me complete.
Can diverse pieces fit together without the divine?
As it all comes together will it expire and become obsolete?
From the nature side, I know little to none
and hope to someday take that and expound upon.
I carry with me her same dark blue blue eyes,
And can only think of her thoughts that February day.
My son now carries those same eyes, perhaps finally to gaze upon her in surprise,
Then bringing us all together on that warm 'someday'
The brain he gave me requires me to ponder too much
I inherit an inquisitive nature that makes me unique.
Is that the reason that faith makes me hold such a grudge
and creates a disturbance that makes me incomplete?
From the nurture side is where I can take root
and am thankful for all that I have with endearing salute.
I carry her resolve and ability to withstand diversity
but I am unable to duplicate it at a genuine level.
Unlike her, I clam up in the face of adversity
And cannot resist the urge to burn every inhabiting devil.
I carry with me the purity of his soul,
within me he defines what is right and what is fair.
I am the part that wishes to someday be like him, whole
Such audacity I have to be the man he is, or even to dare.
All of this comes together within me yet lies, unsettled.
And the pieces of me break apart, again now unassembled.
My soul is disgruntled for it has not met its match.
I lead with too much and take the irrelevant as glorified.
I take my endeavor to be whole and send to it to dispatch.
So my heart bleeds, my back bends and my soul remains unsatisfied.
