Being in this foreign place scares me.

Nothing fits.

It’s like a jigsaw puzzle.

A puzzle missing a piece.

A piece lost in oblivion.

Maybe trying to find its way back.

Maybe not…

I tried to walk,

But my feet were like concrete.

They held me down,

Keeping me in place.

Strangers look at me.

Ask if I’m alright.

I’m not alright,

In order to fix myself,

To fit in with the puzzle.

I need,

I want,

I have to improve.

My lungs need thicker tissue.

My brain needs more cells.

My eyes shouldn’t need glasses.

Eyes that won’t deceive me.

Lungs that continue to circulate air.

A brain that doesn’t hold my fears.

A brain without haunting images.

No I can never fit into this puzzle.

But maybe…The new me can.