quality control

With bandaged heart, 
I take the mirror, 
Crashed and broken, 
Searching my reflection

In every shard of glass, 
And the question 
"Will I ever be recovered enough?"
Begins knocking around in my head. 

The shards become reflections
Of him and me
Offering a certain quality
To the demanded answer—yes. 

Found words from Journey to the Fringe by Kelli Swofford Nielsen, page 91. 

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