Puzzle Pieces

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I feel sure that

When we were born,

We must have looked like puzzle pieces

From a jigsaw that wasn't complete yet.

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And then we were scattered

Across the world,

And through other people's lives,

Muddling with other people's puzzle pieces –

Half-fitting some,

Scraping against others,

Never quite in the perfect place.

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And then through some beautiful,

Luminescent trick of grace,

My puzzle piece came

To meet all of yours.

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And as a group, one by one,

We found a way to connect

Perfectly to one another -

To form the bigger picture.

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There are no clumsy half-fits,

No scraping,

No struggling to cling to another piece,

That we're not meant to be attached to

In the first place.

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We simply fit together,

Every one of us.

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And this bigger picture,

In which we all hold hands,

Broken puzzles pieces in a mosaic

To form a whole,

Is the most beautiful picture

I have ever seen.

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I feel part of a human artwork.

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And when one piece breaks,

The rest of us break too,

Until we can fix that piece,

And the rest of the picture

Again.

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These are the best bonds I have ever known,

Like there is something intrinsic that binds us

That can't be put down to something

As indefinite as fate.

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We were born broken,

And we were scattered,

And broken some more,

By the other puzzle pieces in this world

That weren't designed to fit ours.

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But now we are whole.

And we are beautiful.

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And I love you all so much.