Kintsugi

Kintsugi

How do I succumb
To the pain of washed up
Memories-
Wherein
Lies
My
Salvation
And beyond,
Hope
That one day everything will be
The way it was,
And the way it should be?
Despite the fact
That my broken bones
Crack through every step
And my tethered heart
Beats frail through every emotion,
Pain will be anesthesia
And melancholia, my song.
Like the broken vase
On our bedroom floor
Lying next to soft tiny peaks of Crimson Iron,
My soul remains a metaphor
And a reaching hand to the shards.
But
Broken it is from the impact,
Gold lacquer shall heal me
Make me stronger
At the places where once I was
Weak,
Incapacitated,
Vulnerable
And
Yours.

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Sakthisree V
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