Healing
While I sit here,
Gutted by anguish,
With feelings so powerfully palpable
I can reach out and hold it
with my bare hands,
You, the personification of Kintsukuroi,
simply sew yourself back together
With endless golden thread,
As if you’d never been shattered
In the first place.
If only I’d known how to do that,
If only i’d learned to turn mountains
Into small bumps,
I would be as wholly healed
As you seem to be.
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