Even if a sunflower has a hole
It does not make it weak
It continues in its growth
The sun it will still seek
Uniquely, brilliantly wearing its crown
With the surety of a queen
Even with a blemish it knows
Of its worth to be seen
Beneath my own crown
Lies an unseen blemish
Why should that determine
That my worth is to be diminished?
Even with this altering bruise
Why can’t I be bright
Why can’t I be strong
Or beautiful of it despite
Take the ancient craft of Kintsugi
Its results are considered art
Shimmers coming from liquid gold
Bonded together many broken parts
A technique that draws many in
With its uniqueness unparalleled
Subtle and shining in its beauty
By the golden material it is held
I may be broken in a way
Still something grand holds me together
Attributes that are surely golden
Making my “broken self” better
The strength to keep growing
Come out from the shadows to the light
To not give up when told
Even when in my way are plights
The inner confidence to
No longer hang my head down
For even with an unseen blemish
I am still worthy of a crown
The self-worth to know that
An alteration does not confine
I can still bring smiles and beauty
Even with a few poetry lines
If flowers with holes still grow
Broken pieces can be held together with gold
And yet knowingly have much worth
Can’t I too be this bold
To be audacious enough
To let my unique voice be heard?
To show that my brain might be (beautifully) broken
But my lovely spirit moves onward
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