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.
