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A jigsaw piece tumbles into the world
So many sides
Who will I fit with?
Which is my best side?
I don’t like the shape of that side
I wish I was like that piece over there
Such beautiful shapes
But that’s not me
Maybe that’s why I don’t fit with any other
My shapes are all wrong
So many pieces
And none of them fit
When I was young
I thought I would fit with so many others
But now I see
Only a few fit together perfectly
It’s rare
It’s surprising
Will the other piece know they fit?
So perfectly?
If a shape fits
Not partially
But beautifully
Matching the contours
Of one of my sides
Hold on
Don’t let go
You may not find another
For such a long time
A perfect match
A perfect fit
Don’t let go