
You,
broken beautiful,
precious porcelain,
Held together by gold,
Kintsugi,
Your cracks
–where the light shines through,
So that you glow,
And your halo illuminates
those who have the gift of your presence,
I had that gift
And it was,
And it is
priceless
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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