Kintsukuoi
You have been disabled,
pulverized, smashed, splintered,
and fragmentalized.
You have been broken.
You think that you are weak,
unvalued; your feeble and
fragile state of mind has you
feeling so dejected.
Discouraged and crestfallen,
you cry to the stars for strength.
Darling, who told you
that being broken was a bad thing?
Your strength never left you, only faltered
in this struggle. Your bones are
steel and your heart golden; mending
yourself will take time, but you're worth it.
When you learn just how
significant you are in this world,
you will learn that the most
fractured people are the most radiant.
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