Analysis of Kintsugi

The moment comes,
when petals defy gravity
when the pen runs out of ink

When you sigh
at the sight, of porcelain China
dropping from the highest of points

Limbs grow numb
settling into the cozy indentation
of the fetal position

Skin beneath your swollen,
heavy lids
expanding with the salt
created by saddened pupils

These moments come
even to stay for the long haul
yet even the sun goes to sleep,
only to wake up every morning
showering those petals with nourishment,
the comfort of the warmest set of rays

You reach across the translucent,
rough edges of the whitest paper
pushing, scratching
pressing for a streak of black
looking at the smooth line
created by the fingers of perseverance

You see the crack cemented
within your precious china
seemingly broken, yet lustrous
in beauty and form
with a smile you gently place this piece
back where it belongs

Yes,
these moments come to all
even to those placed firm on the ground,
face towards the sun.

Though being broken, we are still being used
to give love, hope, relate to the unknowing

Yes,
when we are weak, we are powerful