Rough

No one feels like that perfect last puzzle piece that slides into its edged spot with smooth satisfaction. 

We all feel a little rough

And a little less than perfect

Shoved into that slot

We test them out until we're snug. 

And some people get lucky

But most people just get close. 

Some people just have that one edge

That keeps them hanging 

Caught and unable I fit

Like maybe if someone had sanded a bit more

But that's a pointless thought

That's how it is

That's that

Make do

Find the slot. 

Come to peace with it. 

You are what you have. 

Even if you think you don't. 

Even if you think you have more.  

You are what you have. 

Make do. 

You can always make do and still do great. 

9/24/2014

Riley Welch