Broken Dance

 She let time break her

the pieces lost along the way

now dust behind her

No time left to explore different roads

she must teach herself to love the path she's on

Does she dance

drag

or drop to the side

She begins to reassemble

a little self-kintsukuroi

Some gold from who she was

just the shiny bits

Silver from the present

to bandage a hateful heart

Hope for the future in the form of copper

a reminder that polishing is forever

With her jagged edges bonded with metal

she chooses to dance

30-March-2024

Tressa Lee Breen

Day 42 Of 100 #The100DayProject2024

Kintsukuroi

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