Thrown off a cliff, I hit rock bottom, crushed my soul.
A million pieces shattered, unsure if I’d ever be whole. The weight of the fall, the depth of the ache,
Left me unrecognizable, unsure if I’d wake.
But from the depths of despair I carved my rise,
Found strength in the struggle, gold in disguise.
With trembling hands, I gathered every shard,
Shaping the fragments, against every odd.
Purposeful pain, I allowed grief in,
To teach me the strength that lies within.
Carved and torn, demolished by strife,
This is no battle, it's a war for my life.
Through the eye of the needle, I threaded with gold,
Fingers bloodied, stitching the fragments of my soul.
My hands stained with sorrow, trauma traced every scar,
Weaving through suffering, turning wounds into art.
Each thread, a lifeline pulling me through,
Binding the broken, making me new.
With the gold I discovered, I carved through the night,
Transforming my pain into my purpose of life.
Through the depths of darkness, I learned to see,
That strength is born from what breaks you, setting you free.
Through the fires of hell, I dug deep in the flame,
Forged in my suffering, I'll never be the same.
I am reborn from the pain I’ve controlled,
In the depths of hell I built a Kintsugi heart of gold.
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There is a Japanese art of repairing broken pottery called Kintsugi.
Our hearts are much the same. Every time we allow ourselves to repair after being broken, we’re filling those cracks with something precious, like love, resilience, and wisdom. The willingness to heal is the willingness to create something stronger and something uniquely ours.
What it truly means to have a heart of gold is to have a heart that has been broken, mended, and filled with love time and time again. It is a heart that carries the scars of loss and grief yet shines brighter for the care and compassion poured into those wounds. A heart of gold is not unbroken, but it is unyielding
As many times as you are willing to repair your broken heart, is as many times as you are going to fill those spaces seamlessly with love.
As many times as you are going to fall apart, yet put those pieces back together again, is as many threads of gold weave them back together.
Gold is found in quartz veins, it can also be found where there are obstacles blocking the flow of water.
You find gold when you hit rock bottom, and when you choose to carve out the stairs to purposefully walk out. It reveals itself in the places of greatest resistance, where the weight of obstacles forces you to stop and reckon with yourself. You find gold when the flow of life feels blocked and the path forward seems impossible. But it is in those moments, when you choose to carve out the stairs with your own hands, that you uncover the brilliance within you.
The gold is not in avoiding the struggle but in enduring it, transforming pain into purpose, and walking upward, step by deliberate step, toward the light.
Those who have endured the unrelenting fury of life’s storms, who have been shattered by its merciless winds and yet choose, time and time again, to piece their heart back together forge a heart of gold, not in spite of the pain, but because of it.
And for those who step back into the storm, knowing full well the toll it takes to save another, they are the ones who fill their hearts completely. Their scars are not reminders of what they’ve lost, but of the love they continue to give when the storm rages on. They understand that love is the courage to face the chaos.
Never ceasing, never relenting, they find strength in the fury, and in that strength, they discover a deeper, unbreakable purpose, to love another as yourself. For in that love, they are reborn, not as victims of the storm, but as warriors who carry the storm within, knowing they are unstoppable.
Through every crack, every wound, and every storm, they forge a heart of gold, stronger for having been broken, and brighter for having chosen to love despite it all. It’s the heart that beats after every storm, knowing it was made for this.
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