How much can you break before you fall apart?
For the whole when weighed is more than its parts that summed.
How long do you wait before you choose to stop?
For the clock when fed time had both its hands that ticked bitten.
How much can you save before all that is worth is lost?
For every precious scar when hidden, costs an arm and a leg then.
How will you forgive the sky of flaws from a forgotten past?
For every eager edge, a golden hour cast and every crooked cloud, a silver lining painted.
kintsugi.
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I’ve never seen someone explore the feeling of heart ‘break’with the theme of kintsugi before, because most people talk only of fixing things. This poem is such a wonderful way to explain how difficult it is to piece yourself back at all, and I think that’s beautiful. It’s amazing how much can be conveyed through such little words. Looking forward to more from you soon Xx
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