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
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