Golden Fractures
A Kintsugi Meditation
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.”
—Ernest Hemingway
A vessel once whole—
now more itself in breaking.
Each crack lacks any confession,
each seam gleams ever auric,
paints sorrow with gold.
Fracture becomes scripture,
glazed in the wisdom of loss.
The wound remembers its birth,
but no longer its pain—
only the beauty of enduring.
What was shattered now shines—
its song not scarred
but of shimmering rebirth;
a sonata of imperfection,
made luminous with care.
So, hold it gently—
this cup of molten truth:
how brokenness, when held,
is the truest form of verity—
and the soul, forever redeemed.








The cup of truth. I like how you wrote that even though it is broken, it is its most valid form.
Hey Fia… thanks
I love the idea of painting over sorrow with gold.
The rest flowed flawlessly amiga.
It’s great seeing you post:)
Hey there… been away for a while…
Powerfully penned, S. Excellent write my friend, hope you enjoyed your journey in Japan. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hey D… it was a wonderful getaway… spent a lot of time in Kyoto… entire days in gardens and temples… got a lot of writing done.
Wabi Sabi
Lots of wabi-sabi, now ma aware, the rhyme of one word…
As beautiful a write as it is strong. This is the type of write I search for. Strong, empowering. Hopeful.
I feed off such things, to better my own writing, by the mood created in a write. You succeeded greatly here.