Kintsugi,
Kintsukuroi,
the mending weld
that lets my heart
beat on.
In the forge,
pieces melting,
bound together
by others’ gold.
A timeless dripping,
in molten drops
…the burn blocks
the pain of rending
as the heart
nearly stops.
But, I am whole.
I have a heart of gold.
Omoiyari no aru kokoro.
It beats on,
molten metal,
molten gold,
oddly-shaped,
because I am the mold.
©️ Obol, 2019.
Lovely! I love that picture, too!
Thank you, Nathan!