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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