A poem in four parts. KINTSUGI: ON THE BREAKING OF SCARAMOUCHE i. mother's sin Against memory, I never stood a chance My Goddess, my Mother, my Maker Crafted me with grand plans But I was not what could save Her Violet gaze lay entranced on the past To old loss She still bitterly clung— The sister's role into which I was miscast Her heart had no room for a son A single teardrop spelled my judgment, my doom I was locked up out of sight, out of mind Another tool took my place while I rotted, entombed She left me alone, imprisoned, enshrined She denied me even a passing glance My Goddess, my Mother, my Maker Laid me to rest using both hands And became my first betrayer ii. second chance? I woke alone, from long hibernation "Mother" nowhere to be seen No note left behind and no explanation My first taste of betrayal's harsh sting Some humans stumbled upon my shrine Set me free and asked for my help I clung to this chance like a new lifeline To make a family for myself I tried my best to be useful, I did But it seemed that wasn't enough Left all alone, all on my own, amid A human's pitiful bluff For the second time since my formation I tasted betrayal's harsh sting A second glimpse at my damnation— Set to hang on my own heartstrings
iii. fool me thrice… Once more forsaken, then once more unearthed An opportunity at last had come One more chance to prove my worth Beyond the prison they rescued me from I tried to fill the emptiness within With love, and with family, with fate I tried gentleness, again and again But from above, more reasons to hate Betrayed once more— they left me behind Allowed death to claim what's for me Like being left alone was just fate's design Like it's all preordained, meant to be I leapt headfirst three times since my birth Tried to mean something to someone Three times I was cursed, told I had no worth How can I undo what's been done? iv. devil's bargain The Devil appeared then and offered a win He said, "Our meeting's providential; you have such potential, how much can you take? Every time that you break you can get stronger in sin, it will show on your skin." He said, with no dispute, I've hardly touched the root Of my power. Uncontrolled, I'll be a sight to behold I will reign, absolute. I am more than false fruit The cracks in my soul sealed and anointed with gold The devil, with a grin, said I'm more than mannequin To avenge my heartache, on this we could shake And now to begin he'll show me how to win My fate I'll unmake, I just have to break and break and take Her knife buried deep, I will use it and keep Breaking and bending, my pain is unending These seeds sown I'll reap, no price is too steep My judgment impending, now I'll be ascending
KINTSUGI - ON THE BREAKING OF SCARAMOUCHE
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