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.
fantasticmetastaticme 
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.
Anna :o]
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:
Incredible.
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.