Kintsugi.

I fell

not all at once but in slow aching fractures

hairline truths gave way

to the fault lines I tried to forget

…

Shards scattered across the floor

like memories I dared not touch

edges too sharp to gather

too jagged to mourn without bleeding

…

But then

not a fixing not a rewind

but a joining deliberate and slow

with hands that knew each fragment’s story

…

Not glue not erasure

but gold

a molten grace poured into the broken seams

etching every scar with radiance

….

Now I gleam where I was shattered

my shape changed my cracks aglow

not despite the breaking

but because of it.