Kintsugi

kintsugi

who is the monster in the corner?

the shattered shape with broken wings

the flames of those of us that looked away

the hand that lit the match

the ones who bellowed the flames

the ones who held water in a bucket and walked away

in the flames of distrust

one hand to fuse in copper

one hand to gild the cracks

one hand to craft kintsugi

we need to embrace imperfection

transition

beauty from brokenness