Poem: Kintsukuroi

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Broken
Into a million shattered parts
Of our collective soul
Sparkling under the moonlit sky
Where angels sing us songs
Broken
As our spirits hide away
Into the small boxes, we built ourselves
My love —
It is time we pick up our pieces
Each part as sacred as the last
I kiss each scar
With tears that wash
The longing for belonging
Away
I dip my heart into the bowl
Of clay
Infusing it with eternal grace
Holding our children in my breast
And mend each delicate piece
By piece together
So that our brokenness
Heals
And shines like
The art that we were
Born
To
Be.