Spinning.
Twisting.
Distorted.
Mind racing.
Hands twitching.
Sweat beading.
Heart breaking.Every crack,
Every smash,
Every tear,
Every scar,
She hates herself,
Tries to find a way
To love herself.Kintsugi.
She fills her breaks,
Makes them beautiful,
Heals her heart,
Makes it stronger.
She is reborn,
Renewed,
Renovated.Who she
Was
Is filled
With who
She is
Now.Kintsugi.
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Delicate Flower
PoetryThis is a Compilation of my originals poems, mostly drawn from my real life, some inspired by others'. From happiness, motherhood, sadness, grief, anger, this compilation of works really covers emotions and thoughts covering a wide range of experie...