Kintsugi Soul
Reflection
In fractured form, a beauty lies,
A testament to trials and sighs.
The cracks that spread like veins of gold,
A story told of a heart that's old.
Like Kintsugi, the art of repair,
The brokenness is beyond compare.
The gold that seeps into every crease,
A symbol of a soul's release.
In darkness, light begins to seep,
A phoenix rises, slow and deep.
The fragments merge, a new whole forms,
A being reborn, with heart that storms.
The beauty lies not in being unbroken,
But in the strength that comes from being spoken.
The voice that whispers, 'I am strong',
Echoes through the chambers, where shadows belong.
In the stillness, a presence stirs,
A being transformed, with heart that concurs.