Kintsugi

A fracture through a featureless mask or some
blight found upon a beloved brooch that causes it to crack,
can often make the owner of these things
discard the flawed item since broken things serve no purpose.
Except- broken, divided things may still have their value.
Few things ever escape life without some mark to tell their story;
grand adventures or a simple slip of the hand.
How many of us would some consider broken?
Injuries or marks that tell of where we’ve been,
journeys where we have grown to become stronger in the end.
Kintsugi, an act to make something even more
lovely, while not masking cracks or fissures that
marks the item as once broken. 
Now it is not the same. You are not the same. Notable changes have
occurred to make you stand out amongst your peers.
Perhaps now, more than ever, you with your
qualities and your character can help those around who feel broken.
Repairing their cracks and treating their weeping wounds.
Search for those who need to know that they have worth,
teach them to be resilient and to know and
understand. Because one cannot determine 
value based only on what they perceive. For who are
we to make the choice and declare to those around, that some
xanthic varnish on a Monet, makes it lose all of its worth?
Your time is now, stand, reach out your hand with
zeal. Let your gold show to them that they have value too.


Onyx Lady

With a bowing branch and rustling leaves
She touches down so that she can observe
With sharp keen eyes, she notes all she perceives
She tilts her head, her neck a graceful curve
Below her perch, some shine that caught her eye
A prize it seems, cloaked by the dirt and mud
Forgotten by someone that had gone by
Her curiosity grows like a bud
She glides along to see what the glint is
And claws the dirt to dig it up, right quick
She tenses as something comes at a sprint
She grabs the treasure quickly with a flick
With one more scan around her home terrain
A flap, a swish, and then she's off again

About the Author:

“Kiara Wuthrich was born and raised in Northern Utah. Her mother is from Chile, and her father is from Utah. When growing up with her two brothers, she got to experience a mixed-culture household. She loved learning about literature in school which led her to branch out and begin writing different types of poetry and stories. Her ability to connect with people through writing has allowed her to pick up clues about the people she helps as a Nursing Student.”

*Feature image by Riho Kitagawa on Unsplash