Wabi-sabi
Shattered I, in countless pieces,
Abandoned in the wake of that which me befell.
Dust settles, and I retrieve the debris of who I was,
Not knowing yet what I will become.
Broken me…but can be mended
Fragments mine, in time, reshaping,
Finding form and beauty in the chaos –
A murmuration of those shards that were, are, and will be me.
Of destruction myself reborn,
Ever to be fractured and remade,
Never static nor complete…
For even in death, I will be changed.
Copyright © Daniel Beus | Year Posted 2023
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