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Kintsugi for the Soul

Life, threw me on the floor.

It broke me into pieces.

I jumped back up.

I put myself together,

and continued on my way.

Like nothing had ever happened.

I collapsed in on myself.

Like a tunnel, dug in dry sand.

The pieces just wouldn't stick.

I tried the glue.

Once again I rose too fast

Once again I fell.

"I can't do this,""It's a mess."

"Why did I ever think I could."

I left my pieces in a sticky, messy heap.

I took my time, the glue began to dry.

The pieces started to stick.

Each time they stayed in place a little longer.

I still fell apart,

a little less each time.

With patience and kindness and love.

I am now resurrected.

The same, yet different.

No longer pretending I'm indestructible.

My scars, painted gold.

Beautiful inside and out,


*What began as testing out some glue for a workshop became a metaphor for life.

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