This is us

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This is us

 

Jagged pieces of mirror that appear to fit

We caress the seams of each other’s brokenness

And dwell on the lines of blood they draw from our fingertips

Opening the battle wounds that failed to heal

Allowing our future to become infected with uncertainty and caution

Our losses leave us afraid to be cut by the pieces of one another

Still we marvel in the remnants of hope and doubt

Reticent but steadfast in our closeness

Letting the fractures echo our hurt

Maybe our mirror cannot be made whole  

But the fragments still cling together

Like foggy images of uneasiness and longing

However precarious

 

This is us.