Kintsukuroi of Sentience

The will to survive is our greatest asset,

It has defined our existence, across space and time,

This basal instinct, permeates our every facet,

In pursuit of meaning and a divine chime;

The constructs of humanity, are built on logic,

Yet what logic prevails, against the agonies of life?

These dauntless emotions, is there no end to them: magic;

This insufferable pain, culminating into such strife;

I never inflicted such darkness upon the world,

Yet why does it afflict me so? In all harshness;

A torrential assault, upon my psyche and soul: My being hurled,

Am I to perish like Macbeth, in my psychological Inverness?

Grief, sorrows and loss, have shattered me to bits,

Time and again I have collapsed, succumbed to my woes,

I think and wonder, how much more can I take: The hits,

I wallow in malarkey, as life gives me another dose;

Why? I ask and reflect, why me?

Is it karma, or some masochistic spirit?

I want to swim again, or at least float in this turbulent sea,

I want to survive, bask and glow in merit!

I am broken, the scars shall always remain,

Survive I must, for I shall not let the evil on my soul gorge,

Rejuvenate I shall, for these emotions are humane,

It is time to reconstruct, rebuild and reforge!

A journey through the fiery crucible, I must endure,

Heal myself, with will, hope and rage,

Metamorphosis of my being: A transformation of grandeur!

Stillness and stagnation manifest, as I welcome a new age;

Once my endurance is tested and the healing complete,

I look at myself, before the hurt, after and now,

My life has come to a turning point, as agonies deplete,

Calmness in absolution, I conceive, as I prepare for a new row;

These scars are now a symbol of change,

Of who I was, and who I am,

In control of a greater force, new and strong,

With all my emotions, I seem to have concocted an amalgam;

My whole life could not have prepared me for what happened,

Yet, what happened prepared me for my whole life,

Let nothing in your timeline daunt you or have your spirits dampened,

Remember, if it was not for your shattering, you would not feel so alive!