Poem by Deepak Dhuna

(British Indian)

Kintsugi

I was created through prayer and hope
I came to be in my pristine form
I was wonderful and to be cherished

I was too different for some
I was painfully othered and oppressed
I was shattered and broken into fragmented pieces

I was gathered carefully and respectfully with love
I was joined back together with careful consideration and reverence
I am broken, and whole and beautiful.