Under Construction

I am a work in progress, a puzzle incomplete,

A construction site amidst a storm that won't retreat.

Each piece that fits unlocks a new part of me,

But buried below the rubble, there lies something to see.

The storm rages on, a tempest in my mind,

And the cold, bitter wind, chills me to the spine.

The shelter of my half built walls protects from the howling gale,

But the fear within persists like a constant trail.

The debris leftover from past hurts and fears,

Haunt me like a ghost with tears instead of cheers.

I am under construction, a canvas yet to be painted,

The past behind me shattered and tainted.

The puzzle is scattered, with pieces left unknown,

The journey cannot continue until order is shown.

I search through the chaos, for the pieces, I need,

Hoping with each find, healing shall succeed.

The storm may not yet be over and the cold unforgiving,

But I'm under construction, forever evolving, never quitting.

Sometimes everything feels like it's just an illusion,

The pieces to the puzzle, simply a delusion,

My mind is in chaos, the pieces in confusion,

As if the whole world's a projection without resolution.

The illusions my mind creates will not tear me apart,

For I am the builder of my own brand new start.

The bridges I forge lead beyond the stormy seas,

And once the storm subsides, there's a new dawn to seize.

I am a work in progress, the puzzle is still incomplete

Amidst the turbulence of life, I am a vessel navigating the stormy seas,

My past, present, and future colliding, attempting to find a commonality with ease.

The puzzle of my existence, fragments of my pain, hope, and dreams,

A unique journey that etches scars, reminders of what each moment means.

I'm shedding old skin, leaving behind the heavy load,

Digging deeper into myself to find my gold

I face the pain, the fear, and the doubt,

And I'm building new bridges, to take a different route.

For every heartache, every trial and tribulation, is a lesson to be embraced,

A facet of my ever-growing psyche, molding what I have become with grace,

And even though the journey may be tumultuous, and at times seem perplexing,

I hold fast to the belief that each step forward, is a potential blessing.

I am a work in progress, a painting forever redefined,

With each stroke of the brush, every moment lived, adding depth to what is left behind,

The puzzle complete, when life's end is finally met,

A canvas adorned with a vivid portrait, of a life both brave and beset.