You have carved yourself beautifully.
You are the clay touched by tired cracked hands,
Molded by your own experiences.

You are one with water as your sweat illuminates
your proud face;
as you weep tears for those you love,
or those you want to love.

You are loved by the sun
As your skin is kissed by the pigment goddess,
and you are forming into who you are.

Your skin is etched with markings,
Reminding those of your journey,
Your passion,
Your love.

You are fragile, you have cracks love,
But you fills your cracks with gold
And broken is better than new.
Kintsugi.