POEM: KINTSUGI SHE

By AshLee Lindsay

 

As all do in their own time,

She found herself broken,

Careless cracks and missing pieces,

From others and her own making,

 

In all regards the final blow,

Should have showered shards,

 All over her shared space,

 

Instead she discovered,

The cracks had been mended,

All along the jagged lines,

Indicating betrayal and pain and fear,

She found gilded peace placed by a Master,

 

 

Glimmered fastening,

That reflected His light,

That mirrored His strength,

 

The resulting vessel

Was somehow more,

Than she was before,

 

The golden lines,

Revealing history,

Adding strength to her structure,

Enhancing her beauty,

 

A miracle, a mother,

A marvel and made,

Molded over and over,

By hands that know,

Hands that hold,

Hands that make whole,

She found her first love.

 

The one through which all other love will be magnified,

The love through which all other love will be measured.

 

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