Kintsukuroi

We are at our most beautiful when we are broken,
when our insulated shells are cracked by tragedy and grief
all the golden compassion leaks out.

We are at our most powerful when we are crushed.
the veil of innocence torn away;
the true nature of the beast revealed
then we rise, above what we are, to the best of who we can be.

We are at our most loving when we most want to hate,
when our beast cries out for vengeance and we deny it

Broken, crushed, vengeful, all this we are.

Despite it all. We fly.

Kintsukuroi

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