Poetry Corner: Kintsugi

The path behind, dark and foreboding, perilous and steep,
Sharp barbs of promises broken and shattered dreams that weep,
Love that never was, malice cloaked as friendship,
They push you ever closer to the abyss.

Blood spilled on that battlefield just a memory now,
The wounds have healed and the scars will fade,
I am Kintsugi; my porcelain repaired with gold
My art and pain, this warrior never the same.


 

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