Kintsugi

The Art of Breaking:

By their nature the bowls down't break in uniformity

Humans don't break neatly either

AS the potter shatters, scattering large

And small

Pieces across the linoleum floor,

So, too, does the soul shatter, ugly and sharp

Maybe it's also natural to throw the pieces away in anger

After all, a pot in shards can no longer hold a flower

A person in pieces is difficult to love

Ugly and sharp, you could cut your hand, make yourself bleed

And Being Put Back Together:

Ugly and Sharp, and yet still worth something

Pick up the pieces, put them together

Fill the cracks with silver and gold, with care, with love

The gentle touch fo someone who has known what it's like to be broken

And put back together again

And the bowl in pieces is whole once more

The soul in pieces is whole once more

Maybe it isn't like it was before

Maybe the water still leaks out, maybe the flower isn't quite straight

And maybe I like it better now regardless

Maybe I like myself filled with silver and gold