Unorphan

Once I was an orphan,
I threw away all the broken pieces
The twisted remnants of people
I used to know.
Who thought they knew me.

But people are not meant
To be orphans forever.
People need families
I do too.

So I collected a family,
Some misfits like me
Some overachievers
As I could never be.

But all with good hearts
Maybe slightly careworn
But still in fairly good
Repair.

The kind of family
You keep
Even when they grow
Threadbare
Because you know they won't
Twist all out of shape.