Broken, repaired,
Beautiful, because I dared.
Shattered when I fell, through the abysmal hole,
Someone cared enough- so she made me whole.
Pieces picked warily, I could have hurt her,
My edges were sharp - that didn't deter.
She gently applied, a healing balm,
Mixing gold with lacquer- without qualm.
Can an earthen being, deserve such grace,
Have I lost my identity- with gold on my face?
The scars and fissures, I could have worn with pride,
I've traded for her art- I have nowhere to hide.
Thanks for putting me back again, I'm as fragile as ever,
I might have become more charming, but I have lost my innocence forever.
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