(with thanks to Cosy Sheridan)
Some days, my cup runneth over
Sometimes, the mirror cracks
Every once in a while, I drop everything and accept the jigsawing of my life
A little urushi, a sprinkling of gold dust, and with patience, my broken pieces become once again whole, though changed forever
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
©️ 30 April 2024
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