Prompt:”she never seemed shattered; she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’d won”.
I’ve been reading up on Kintsukuroi,
the art of repairing broken pottery with gold.
I feel there is something for us to learn here,
what if we took hopes shattered and dreams lost
and coated the cracks with something we hold dear.
If we held heartbreak in our hands,
cautious fingers sowing the pieces back together, molten metal
making it gleam like the very first sun on autumn dew grass.
If we did this, then all our errors,
our missteps and regrets,
would become art, something to grow from.
The golden lines, paths we’ve travelled, roads we’re yet to see.
Maybe we wouldn’t be so afraid to make mistakes,
if we knew we could make something beautiful
of what is broken.
OctPoWriMo2018, this poem combines the prompt of day 11 (“Falling through the cracks”) and the prompt for day 12, which is Matt Baker’s poem “she never seemed shattered; to me, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’d won”.
Have a wonderful day,