Pieces to the Puzzle

Going crazy wondering if there was a missing piece or if the piece that was missing was just not supposed to be a part of this puzzle anymore?

Questioning me,

As if you were there, the night’s prayers were the only escape to my thoughts. Repeating to myself the same thing over and over hoping I’d fall asleep before my demons turned the knob.

For a while, they’d turn the knob on the door, and creep in and make themselves at home. Kicking off their shoes, Throwing on their pajamas, Getting ready for bed.

As if I invited them in and was waiting for them to just come and caress my head.

Casually reminding me of how unworthy I was and how it would be much simpler if I just ended it all.

For a while, I slept with them by my side. It wasn’t until, Did the work, Figured my worth, Packed their shit myself, and I told them “YO it was time to go!”

So for you to question me when you haven’t seen that part of my journey is beyond me.

You get to see self love. The height I hold my head to. The conf dence I walk with.

But you weren’t there when I was weak to my knees. So excuse me if my puzzle doesn’t make any sense to you, or if the words that come out of my mouth make you feel uncomfortable.