Kintsukuroi

It is not the pain of rejection
But the sting of looking into the question
"What could have been?
In the world, what we could have seen?"
That brings your day to a halt.

You ask yourself, what was true, and what was not
Because in the confusing labyrinth of your heart you sought -
Clarity, brevity, a joy in knowing "this is not wrong"
An ode to eternal happiness, a Myna's love song.
And then, one day, it comes crashing down, tumbling apart.

It is then that you question the actions you took

Search for a REASON in every cranny and nook 

And find that there are no answers in the at the end of the day 

Nothing to bring back that stability, no price you could pay.

And there you are, stuck in a limbo between past and present.

 

You sit there, shattered amongst a million pieces of your conscious,
Losing all faith and youthful time (that you don't realize is precious),
Looking up into the Empyrean, asking the Almighty, why me?
Blinded by the pain, and melancholy all you see.
It leaves you to ponder, where do I go from here?

With a weakness that is stagnant, you one day, see glimmering hope.
There comes that vessel, that rescuing ship of life that helps you cope.
It stops by, looks at you and says, "Do you need a hand?"
With immeasurable support, you take its help, and finally stand.
Maybe there is a way out after all. Maybe there is light in this shrouding darkness.

And here you stand today, rebuilding the strength you long lost;

Maybe it's possible to go to the past, but at what cost?

You remind yourself to look only at what lies ahead,

Focus on people who value YOU instead.

Today you are closer to the best version of yourself.