Broken And Lovable

Do you throw away what is broken?

If not from your life then from your heart?

Can something be broken yet lovable?

Can scars be beautiful?

 

Scars that life bestows upon

Sometimes as grace sometimes as riddle

Or perhaps always as grace, sometimes hidden as riddle

Each scar has a story

Each scar is a story

A story that makes it what it is

Scars are but stories of life written by life

Do you throw away a part of story you don’t like?

 

Do you throw away what is scarred?

If not from your life then from your heart?

Can something be scarred yet lovable?

Can something be more beautiful now that it is scarred?

Or can it be made more beautiful now that it is broken?

Like Kintsukuroi, just not on pottery but all things life?

 

What if you are broken?

What if you are scarred?

Do you throw yourself away?

If not from your life then from your heart?

 

Or can you be broken and yet lovable?

Scarred yet beautiful?

With Kintsukuroi, made more so

Or not even that

Just as is, simply lovable

Simply you

 

Can something be broken and lovable?

Scarred and beautiful?