It’s not that people are perfect
It’s that they are the perfect people
Somehow
Strategically linked to us
Somehow
Protagonists in their own story
Yet extras in ours
Bringing me to conclusions
Taking me towards answers
Each in himself a catalyst
Each in herself, access to my soul
And the dancer, the conduit to my story
And the sister, the other part of my soul
And the twin flame, the mirror I needed
And the Imam, the release from judgement
And the sheikh, the access to pain
And the Iman, the telling & owning of truth
And the friend, the acceptance of self
And the comedian, the reliever of pain
And the monster, the facing of darkness
And the parents, the voice of reason
And the home, the place of care
And the traveler, the friend on the path
And the lover, the feeling of vulnerability
And the artist, the permission to express
And the mistake, the reason for growth
And the sibling, the one that understands
And the stranger, the unfolding of life
And the enemy, the one to love regardless
And the therapist, the transition to me
And the old friend, a reminder of who I was
For each person plays a role
And each role designated by god
Trust
Faith
The Divine plan