A celebration for an art piece or memoir of a junk
Oh my broken parts
Sometime , I don't recognise you
Other times , I down honor your presence
I look deeply...what an art piece you have become
In the brokenness, the pieces scattered
Uncared pieces hurting others
Some polished to be beautiful
Coming together as an art piece
Oh don't you worry , you beautiful
It is indeed , in the eye of the beholder
This is not about how they see you
But how you see yourself
Appreciating how yous stayed together
To be an art instead of junk
Putting piecing the experiences together instead
That displayed strength in beauty
Oh pain when you come
I wrung
Just enough till I transfigure
I picked up the pearls that was left behind
To decorate the scars
Now , a tattoo to tell our story
190219
I found this piece accidentally on my phone today. It was interesting to see the patterns that I display in my writing about brokenness and transforming it into art pieces. As I reflect , I have moments of art and moments of junk .