Poetry of the unProtected

Kintsugi

I may be broken, but it does not mean
That I am not still whole.
Each sharp, jagged edge of porcelain
Is lined with glittering gold.
And each piece holds a story to what happened to
The young, innocent girl that grew up to be a wise, courageous woman.

All you may see are the pieces of pain
That the past has left scattered.
But I see the delicate work of picking through
The pile of parts to repair into a stunning sight to behold.

I may be broken, but it only means
That I have stories to tell from lessons learned.