Just a piece of an unsolvable puzzle.
But maybe…
Just maybe…
That one solitary piece,
only fits where he should have never ventured.
Where he should dare to dream.
Somewhere…
Where his heart will be freed by his own blood.
When the smoke clears the air.
And when the dust settles back to the ground.
He shall be free.
The puzzle joined…
The pieces fitting to perfection…
…And he will wonder how it was so hard to see.