I have often wondered What I would say to you, Flesh of my flesh, Bone of my bone. The pain in your heart Is an old friend of mine. I hear it whispering In the depths of my soul. I suppose I would ask That you take care. The cuts on your body Leave scars on mine. You look into the mirror And hate your self-reflection, But take heart, little one, For Kintsugi transforms you Into a work of art. Only Compassion can recognize Despair, And only through Despair Can one understand Compassion. We love because we remember. You will turn heartache Into strength. Anger into patience. Self-hatred into self-love. A scar tells a story. You were broken, But you will be repaired, And more beautiful for it.
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