Kintsugi

In the names of Al Khaliq (The Creator) and Al Musawwir (the Artist), I am driven to ask:

I'm so battered

and bruised

broken to pieces

in a zillion 

different ways;

The crescendo

This time 

Is sound of shatter

With crack opening of ego

Self’s been decimated;

Echo of Big Bang 

Reverberates in Universe within 

Unsung life’s song

I hear -

Resounding reassuringly 

The gong

States what? -

Is this my final ode?

I’m done with 

Or shall I still cling

To hope 

I’ll breakthrough 

As a new piece revived 

To serve

Afresh with Your

Kintsugi?