​Beauty in the broken

Sometimes I wonder about purpose,
About the reason I’m here,
About the responsibilities I have,
And about jobs I shouldn’t fear.

My life is not one I would hope,
For anyone else to share.
I have pain in my heart,
With nobody left to care.

I think I found a conclusion.
I know my life isn’t great,
So much has gone wrong,
There’s so much I could hate.

I don’t want to continue much longer,
But I don’t want to hurt my friends.
So I decided to make a rule,
To stop burdens from marking the end.

Pain isn’t to be avoided.
For me, at least not.
Pain, in my experience,
Highlights the missing dots.

The terrible, horrible, blistering agony,
Shows me the world in a vision.
The beautiful love and ecstasy,
The endless sky as seen from a prison.

A broken mug’s purpose is not to cut,
Kintsugi reveals the beauty of agony.
Piece the good things together with glimmering gold.
Pain is the journey, told only as heavenly.