Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection

In this plastic world,If you tip over and fall, Shatter to a million pieces, Can never stand tall, You are porcelain, And you will be flawed, Called imperfect, fragile, Walked over and clawed, And then will you end up, Broken for life,Your pieces strewn over, Waiting in strife. Unless; You wipe your tears, Step out…