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.