Kintusgi!!

 This morning, the silent fracture came,

Not from a fall, nor a violent swing.

My favorite cup, known well by name,

Just yielded—a broken, absent thing.

Its handle cracked, a clean-severed line,

A piece lay separate on the counter's face.

And instantly, a memory shone, divine,

Of ancient craft, a lesson learned of grace:

The way of Kintsugi, golden mend,

Where fault is beauty, weakness made anew.

To honor scars until the very end,

Mending with lacquer, silver, and gold hue.

I lack the precious metals for this art,

No gold dust waits to fill the empty space.

But still, I keep the vessel and its part;

If common glue can hold it in its place,

It shall remain—a cup, cracked though it be,

Still my beloved, held within my hand.

Oh, for the skill to mend eternally,

To shape the broken things across the land!

To take the old ties, frayed and worn and thin,

The cherished bonds that time has let divide,

And with a miracle from deep within,

Join them again, with nothing left to hide.

They would bear fissures, yes, the scars would show,

But in their mending, they’d be more complete,

A beauty richer than they used to know,

More precious than a clean and flawless feat.

Can I weave magic? Can I make it whole?

This shattered life, the masterpiece desired?

To heal the breaks that fracture heart and soul,

And find the longing miraculously acquired.. 💕