Kintsugi
September 24, 2016
“All he’ll do is break you”
As if I was born pristine
I gifted the gavel in his hand
If found to be brittle and fragile and
clean
I’d readily beg to be shattered complete
Yes, I’ll revel in the freedom of the
wind’s embrace
To endless cliffs and seas and valleys my
broken parts give chase
Perhaps my pieces will find repurpose
In something that can actually be whole.
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