Kintsukuroi Me (a poem)


no originals
repairs only

the art of healing
scars proof

lacquered in gold
sunder undone

more radiant
than before

Kintsukuroi Me by
Christina Schmidt, MA

Published by Christina Schmidt

I'm an author and live in the vibrant city of Austin, Texas. Cheers, y'all.

4 thoughts on “Kintsukuroi Me (a poem)

  1. Yes! Our scars define us as much as our successes do.

    Even plants. The ones growing in the wild are constantly moved by wind and passing animals, so their cells are constantly being damaged and repaired. Which makes them more robust and healthy than untouched indoor plants. (The lesson here is that we should touch and fondle our indoor plants.)


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