Kintsugi

Broken pieces, scattered and torn,  
Fragments of what once was born.  
Yet in the cracks, a story glows,  
Where golden seams begin to show.  

Each shard a tale of loss and pain,  
Each line a path to start again.  
The scars now gleam, a radiant thread,  
A testament to what lies ahead.  

Imperfection turned to artful grace,  
A tender beauty time can’t erase.  
The vessel mended, whole once more,  
Stronger than it was before.  

Kintsugi whispers, soft yet clear,  
That healing comes when we draw near.  
In every break, in every fall,  
There’s gold to find—were whole, after all.