Healing

I am broken;

aren’t we all?
Born into a world that does not care how finite our bodies are,
How fragile our minds are,

I am broken by life,
And made whole again,
living,
albeit scarred,
By the gift of healing

Kintsugi

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