Poetry
It’s not yours to solve
There once was a problem that couldn’t be solved,
Whose name I don’t remember.
It was tough and rough, loud and obnoxious,
Yet a problem all the same.
Imagine a puzzle so pretty and colorful
and you’ve spent months working on it,
Only to find, despite a top mind,
you lost one piece and will never recover.
You comb and you dig through everything you own,
looking for your lost piece,
but in the end you decide, no matter the tide,
the ship has sailed on your mind.
“Oh worry! Oh stress! Oh, never mind,” you shout.
It won’t make a difference today.
You can’t take away, the feelings that sway
deep and dark within you.
However…
Maybe a problem isn’t a problem
in need of your solution.
Leave it alone and let it come home.
In its own time, it can resolve.
Your missing piece of the puzzle isn’t yours to give
to anyone without asking.
You can’t know, how the snow
will melt down a rocky, hilly, path.
It’s only through time and space a solution can be found
so take care of how you react.
Rushing too soon, and miss-singing your tune,
can ruin the entire song.
American writer from Texas