Kintsugi Roots
Though Chipped, We Branch Out
The little misses and imperfections of life are what give it meaning--
And may drive us, even if we don't realize it.
Like the Japanese art of Kintsugi, we live through repair.
Though Chipped, we move forward.
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Broken mugs on the table,
Waiting for glue
From sticky fingers and fragile selves.
But some cracks stay,
Slight, hidden—
But firm.
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The mug’s splinters ease
Under soft skin.
I mend,
A wan smile packed with unseen tape.
Paint over it
Without tracing the lines
To their start.
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Molten gold shines,
Glinting, flowing
Through the cracks.
Still present—
Fused—
Patterned—
Though open.
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The mug sits,
Chipped, but still holds coffee.
A heart that sings,
Even if its tune
Falters.
Usable.
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Slighted, but grasps tea,
Its heart still hums, though off-key.
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Held by memories,
Souls that shape.
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Original Kintsugi poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin.
For Vocal's Roots and Branches Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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