Changes...

I struggle to find myself in the midst of everything and find that when I do everything changes and I must grow with it. Change is hard and I do not always change into what I want to be, into someone good and kind and selfless. I find myself lost once again now and as I wander around weak and somewhat helpless I find I take on the personality of others. Like so many unfinished puzzles I become a jumble of pieces lying on the floor waiting, hopeing for someone to put me back together again. But its my puzzle and only I can see the picture. If someone else puts it back together the finished result will be their vision not mine. I wait, struggle, to get a foothold again to climb up to where I want to be and when I reach the top I will see a world and as light comes to it again, bold and vibrant, I find the puzzle doesn't end with me.