Poetry
On Being

Kintsugi

I am broken
pottery

patiently finding a way
back to myself

Scars of gold
redeem my splintered

earth
in a brazen,

dazzling resilience
It’s the poet’s way —

recognising
promise

in ragged fragments
the world dismisses

as forever damaged;
to divine

the most perfect imperfect
artefact

Tell me your story and I’ll help tell it to the world

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