Pieces

All over the floor

Broken

Left it there

Because why should I care

Its broken

Never again being what it was before

Broken

Thousand pieces

Which was one

When life breaks into

one

that is shattered

scattered

like my thoughts

wondering where to hold on

go on

Where do I have left off

Whats left is

the possibility to fix

to make

to repair

to build something new

unique

It takes courage

to stand up again after you got beaten

It takes time to get walking again

with a clear direction

a vision

an anker

to move further

go beyond

And with enough time, care and love

a broken bowl that is fixed with gold

may be more valuable than before

Kintsugi.