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Kintsugi
I’d become quite the expert
at lining up my jagged seams,
gluing them all down from inside,
piecing myself together for you,
pretending to be whole
nothing is beyond repair
once you stop trying to
hide that it was ever broken,
believing no one will notice
my contents under pressure
boiled from concealed cracks
whenever I finally felt full,
burning the hands that tried
to hold me from the outside
nothing is beyond remedy
once you stop trying to
equate progress with perfection,
believing it beyond your reach
I stopped trying to fix myself
with all the wrong materials;
validation, affection, conditional love
make for insecure patches,
dissolving instantly in hot water
nothing is beyond reconciliation
once you stop trying to
hold yourself above reproach,
believing your flaws insignificant
to your own misery
a precious balm of wisdom gained
is now applied carefully to fill
the void left by my love abandoned,
my sharp edges sanded smooth
by the honest truth of its departure
nothing is beyond redemption
once you stop trying to be
what you are not and accept that
broken repaired properly is beautiful,
knowing you are finally whole
at lining up my jagged seams,
gluing them all down from inside,
piecing myself together for you,
pretending to be whole
nothing is beyond repair
once you stop trying to
hide that it was ever broken,
believing no one will notice
my contents under pressure
boiled from concealed cracks
whenever I finally felt full,
burning the hands that tried
to hold me from the outside
nothing is beyond remedy
once you stop trying to
equate progress with perfection,
believing it beyond your reach
I stopped trying to fix myself
with all the wrong materials;
validation, affection, conditional love
make for insecure patches,
dissolving instantly in hot water
nothing is beyond reconciliation
once you stop trying to
hold yourself above reproach,
believing your flaws insignificant
to your own misery
a precious balm of wisdom gained
is now applied carefully to fill
the void left by my love abandoned,
my sharp edges sanded smooth
by the honest truth of its departure
nothing is beyond redemption
once you stop trying to be
what you are not and accept that
broken repaired properly is beautiful,
knowing you are finally whole
Published 27th Apr 2021
Author's Note
NaPo 2021. Image is my own.
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- Edited 18th Nov 2021 8:45pm
27th Apr 2021 7:10am
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27th Apr 2021 4:57pm
27th Apr 2021 10:27am
Amazing how hard it is 'to be oneself' -- you'd think it would be the most natural and easiest thing in the world. How harsh our expectations-culture has become against the human spirit. Well captured.
27th Apr 2021 4:58pm
It’s the never-ending quest for “normal”; except, I’m not sure anyone really knows what that means. Thank you so much for reading, Josh!
27th Apr 2021 3:40pm
I love the italicized. You write beautifully Luna. I loved every single line, wanted to highlight my favorite but as I read again I realized I'd have to copy half the poem or more.
27th Apr 2021 4:59pm
Beautiful. Is Kintsugi a Japanese way of mending broken pieces by using gold to repair the cracks? The image go perfectly with the poem.
27th Apr 2021 7:01pm
It is, and the philosophy that damage is a solid part of the history of a person. I find it resonates soundly with me. Thank you so much for reading!
27th Apr 2021 8:31pm
28th Apr 2021 5:50pm
Poetic Panacea .. & a lighthouse it shines.. your words oozing as fluidic bleeding gold n diamonds sculpt from pain & wisdom ..of love eternal .. beautiful Luna xx:)
4th May 2021 4:34pm
23rd Jun 2021 9:22pm
"nothing is beyond remedy
once you stop trying to
equate progress with perfection,"
You've certainly created here something special, it's not only eye opening but also serves as a reminder that we shouldn't be too hard on ourselves whatever we strive for. Too many times do we forget we are human and we'll make mistakes.
The repeating lines felt like mantra we could repeat to ourselves to strengthen that inner core within and move through more enlightened.
Outstanding work.
once you stop trying to
equate progress with perfection,"
You've certainly created here something special, it's not only eye opening but also serves as a reminder that we shouldn't be too hard on ourselves whatever we strive for. Too many times do we forget we are human and we'll make mistakes.
The repeating lines felt like mantra we could repeat to ourselves to strengthen that inner core within and move through more enlightened.
Outstanding work.
23rd Jun 2021 10:06pm
