You were always the strong one.

The one in control,

The one with a plan,

The one who held up

Every lost or fallen soul.

 

I’ve always hated people like you.

The one’s with a perfect smile,

The one’s with a perfect calm,

The one’s with a perfect life

Who do not know what it means

To reach out so desperately.

 

It’s for that very reason

I was so relieved 

When I heard you scream

So familiar a cry

To my own.

To find certainty that

When I break, it will not be

An unfamiliar sight to the one

In your own 

Shattered mirror.

You may reject your imperfections

But I assure you,

Broken pieces fit together

As simply as puzzle pieces

Finding comfort in the embrace

Of their match.

 

Zen Vaillancourt

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