Healing

Can't see behind my eyes,

Can't hear between my ears.

The hardest things to find

Are already within us.

Looking for the glasses

On my head,

For the pen

In my hand.

Can't search for resolution;

It comes with time.

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When the music plays,

My legs take me

Where I need to go.

So I suppose

I must wait

For my heart to be filled,

And for now

I'll dance in the emptiness.

Does the jigsaw know

It will be put together again?

1 https://www.reddit.com/r/ocpoetry/comments/walys8/_/ii1qz1v

2 https://www.reddit.com/r/ocpoetry/comments/wamlr6/_/ii1t68d