I have been considering
kintsugi, and how
we heal ourselves,
we who are no longer whole,
and if we can
I have considered
my scars, not golden,
not thoughtful, but
silver pale, glistening,
hidden from view,
if I can be beautiful
I can never be
mended, not entirely.
I am broken,
mended. I am
I am not
who I was,
and yet I am
Very moving. Very beautiful. Thank you
Thank you. I haven’t posted here for a long time.
I am certain you are beautiful, as are your words.
Sometimes it is difficult to mend ourselves.
The beauty and truthfulness of this takes my breath away. I’d like to reblog. Thank you.
Oh, thank you, Nan. I’d be honoured. I’m so pleased I struck a chord with someone.
Reblogged this on NANMYKEL.COM and commented:
Heart’struth, strength and indeed beauty.
Thank you for dropping by!
Heart going out to you. Nan Mykel reblogged and that’s how I found this.
The beauty is so evident in the words here. The acceptance of flaws. So powerful. Remind me where in the world you are Sarah?
I’m in Devon. It’s beautiful, but damp! I wrote this ages ago but I seems to be having a little flurry…
Don’t know how I missed it on my last visit. Very powerful. It’s damp here in Scotland too right now but still beautiful.