In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation

I danced beyond the moonlight
To the beat of ghostly drums.
My heart abandoned to the rhythm;
My soul plucked among the thrums.

Feathers netted in my hair,
Eyes painted rust and red—
I chanted for the living
As I danced among the dead.

The stars spied behind Moon's halo
With a dark and hungry glee.
They knew not of what they witnessed,
Only a stolen jubilee.

As I danced beyond their eyes
Beneath the umbra of starry night,
The demons joined in droves,
And we danced into the night.