Pieces Of Me
A shattered vessel,
shapeless and without form,
each piece of me lies strewn across the floor.
What precipitated this unfortunate turn of events,
I cannot say. I will not say.
I’ve been broken before.
I collect myself once again
and carefully put back together what I can.
Memories, inevitably, are lost, scattered within
life’s dark clefts and crevices. The voids
will be filled with some version of me,
part memory, part fantasy.
I hold a shard in my hand
and examine the edges, sharp enough
to cut through flesh. Some memories are best
not remembered — do I cast this one aside?
What happens when we forget? Do we
lose a vital part of who we are?
I was always one to focus
on making it appear as though nothing
ever happened. Not this time. Akin to the Kintsugi
artisans, rather than hide my brokenness, I will embrace
my humanity and draw attention
to the fragility of life.
For in the golden rivers
of our reconstructed pottery, flow stories
of our past, both joyful and sorrowful, reminders
that not all is lost when things fall apart. In the end,
we are stronger and more beautiful
than before the breakage.
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-- Isa
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Approbation of an Irrational Heart ( Poetry Collection)
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