Kintsugi

when her shadow cracked fragments entered her mind shards of false gold pierced façade and persona left her in pieces splintered images and illusions the mask had been held tight a rope strangled the puppet clown’s grimace incised by strings of attachment and forced assimilation a mirage in the making projection of fake courage pied piper tune on the march dissonant shrieking contour silhouette of crushed empty words with no choice left she picked up the pieces and timid surface tension adhered to the task of reconstructing a narrative without othering gendering ab-normalising all rupture when she looked at the mosaic the patchwork montage appeared more sustainable self-sufficient and rewarding as the sum of all parts had been hidden in a whole where the light needed to fill crevices and fissures and she began to accept time lines and gaps which assembled the shape of outlines of necessary change 12th August 2021