Kintsugi Moves

We may be chipped, but we still move forward.

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Broken mugs on the table,

Waiting for glue

From sticky fingers and fragile selves.

But some cracks stay,

Slight, hidden—

But firm.

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The mug’s splinters ease

Under soft skin.

I mend,

A wan smile packed with unseen tape.

Paint over it

Without tracing the lines

To their start.

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Molten gold shines,

Glinting, flowing

Through the cracks.

Still present—

Fused—

Patterned—

Though open.

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The mug sits,

Chipped, but still holds coffee.

A heart that sings,

Even if its tune

Falters.

Usable.

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Slighted, but grasps tea,

Its heart still hums, though off-key.

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