Kintsukuroi
Each of us
Has hidden history
Not everyone knows
Scars within and out
Dusts from the cracks
We once been broken
By the unexpected
Yet miraculously
We survive and overcome
Not knowing how we ever do it
We will never be the same
Like we used to be
Even we try
It is like we have lost some of ourselves
Along the way
Becoming different
A little more humble
A little more wiser
A little more braver
Better version of ourselves
Being blessed with gold dust
Over us
Making it this far
Being unique
Finally able to understand
What it is like
To be beautiful inside
With abilities we are born with
Our gifts
Waiting for us to shine out
From us
The scars to the beautiful
Our eternal honor
To our signs of living
This world and hereafter
© Sue Sanzz 2020
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