Incredible.
I have been considering
kintsugi, and how
we heal ourselves,
we who are no longer whole,
and if we can
be beautiful
and flawed
and flawed
and beautiful.
I have considered
my scars, not golden,
not joyful,
not thoughtful, but
silver pale, glistening,
secret lines,
hidden from view,
and wondering
if I can be beautiful
even though
I can never be
mended, not entirely.
I am broken,
re-made,
broken again,
mended. I am
burnt, cut,
poisoned,
damaged.
I am not
who I was,
and yet I am
still here,
beautiful
and flawed
and flawed
and beautiful.
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This is so beautiful and profound, Nan. We are all broken by life. That we heal, mend, hurt and heal again…over and over…is the blessing of life. Actually I believe after all above, we are more than we were. Beautiful verse, Nan. And thank you. A definite thought maker this morning.
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Thanks, I agree, and kudos to its author Sarahsouthwest, aka
fantasticmetastaticme who writes:
“This blog is about living with (not dying of) cancer. So really, it’s about living my life as happily and hopefully as possible. If you’re looking for poems, you need to go to fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com
fantasticmetastaticme.”
This blog is about living with (not dying of) cancer. So really, it’s about living my life as happily and hopefully as possible. If you’re looking for poems, you need to go to fmmewritespoems.wordpress.comudos to the author sarahsouthwest, aka
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