I can relate to Emma Deimling's poem Puzzles. I have stuff in the past that still haunt me to this day. Stuff that I wish to forget but still linger around in my mind. "My silence is made of words I can never find". I can completely relate. I often do not know how to express myself. I have a loss of words. Sometimes, staying silent is not good. Let people know how you feel. The past is in the past. You have to move on. Look forward to the future and see what it beholds. I just wanted to some time to praise Emma's cryptic, yet somehow relatable and understandable. Thank you Emma for writing a great poem.