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Poetry

Poems of darkness, hope, and my struggles with mental health. Trigger Warning: May contain allusions to self-harm.

Kintsugi

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by AristaeH

by AristaeH

Sovereign One,

I hand You these pieces of broken pottery,

These shards of clay,

I don't see the worth in,

But I trust Your hands.

You breathe life where I see loss,

You meld together what is broken,

You see worth in my broken heart,

Pouring gold into my cracks,

You say I am worth everything.

Restorer,

Your truths have set me free!