Cut away pain:
were steel not so cold
nor brandished with intent,
none would fear its edge
none would suffer harm
instead of healing.
© BH, 2025
Bits and pieces. No, not the Dave Clark Five… Like pottery shards, a poem of morsels is a gift that keeps on giving. Here’s this, then. Maybe, one day, I should reassemble. Aha! See kintsugi…
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