Kintsugi Love

Love is giving someone
the power to destroy you,
a quiet surrender,
hands open, palms up,
inviting them to hold your fragility
and still decide
to treat you gently,
to walk softly
through the wreckage of your soul.

It’s trusting them
with the broken pieces
of who you were,
and who you still are.
Each shard of you sharp,
something with a thousand edges
that could pierce them
but they hold your heart
like something precious,
something soft.

It’s letting them trace
the jagged edges
of where you’ve been --
the scars that tell your story,
each one a silent testament
to a place you once lived
and survived.
You let them see
the rawness,
the brokenness,
the places you’ve mended
with fragile hands
and still trust them
to hold you whole.

There’s something beautiful
about the way light pours
through the cracks of your spirit,
how it dances in the spaces
where you’ve been torn,
where you’ve bled,
where you’ve learned
to bloom despite it all.

Love is seeing that beauty,
finding grace in the shattered pieces,
the play of darkness and light,
and to love
is to share that light...
two lights dancing in the dark
like an aurora in the night sky.