once I was whole
adored and appreciated
over time I was chipped
dropped and cracked
glued together
piece by piece
packed and stored
forgotten and ignored
once I was whole
now old and worn
no longer adored
an old dusty relic
in broken pieces
glued together
too fragile to handle
stored away
useless and unvalued
just a piece of junk
to be discarded
and forgotten
10/17/15
Disclaimer: As I’ve said before feelings come and go. Please don’t read doom and gloom in this poem.
silentlyheardonce 
Beautifully written Kim.. But just remember.. Each Piece is Precious.. Every Last one……. Love to you……. xxx
There is that one word that comes to mind… maturity.
And we wonder if all our ills are worth it.
Yet we must be the ones to pickup all of our pieces and present the best side of ourselves in order to love life.
And in doing so no one, not anyone can bury our dreams.
We who have been broken and discarded band together and create a more precious whole than could ever be imagined!
Hugs.
Yes I have seen that wonderful Japanese pottery before. 🙂
I feel this way and more, more than you know my dear. This resonates! But I try to bounce back glued. 🙂 Poignantly written!
Thanks Celestine. Check out the link Lesley just shared on this post. It is inspiring behind my words.
Me too but being glued together stubborn, defiant veteran of life and still around is a victory !
I agree. Somedays I feel brand new.
And with that you are stronger. http://www.amusingplanet.com/2014/05/kintsugi-japanese-art-of-fixing-broken.html
Thanks for sharing that. It’s a comforting thought.
I’m glad you wrote the disclaimer, because this is heavy, Kim. But well written, raw, and great word play, too!
Thanks Lauren. This and another one I submitted to HuffingPost just popped in my head. My novel takes all my attention.
My solution is to be my own judge. Why give that power away to others?
That was my own judgement. The way I felt at that time. But today I’m the sun, moon and stars. 🙂
You are always the sun, moon and stars, Kim. But then those pesky clouds arrive. OTOH we wouldn’t live long without any rain would we? 🙂
Great metaphor come back. 🙂
And every word is true.
Relatable. 🙂
Thank you very much.
Kimberly, I think there are times when we all feel less valued. I think you capture well that sentiment. Although we may feel “chipped, dropped and cracked,” we still have something to say. So, keep those words flowing. You say them well. Keith
Thank you Keith. I love playing with words. Perfecting my novel is challenging to me.
this is just beautiful and elegant….
Thank you much.