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Healing & Silent Scars
Marcus Sterling
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October 7, 2026
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3 min read
Gold in the Fractures
“They mend the broken porcelain with powdered gold, not to disguise the fall, but to prove the break was worthy of reverence.”
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They mend the broken porcelain with powdered gold in Kyoto,
no longer to cover the coincidence,
not to fake the cup in any way, met the stone ground,
but to reveal the break as something worthy of reverence.
no longer to cover the coincidence,
not to fake the cup in any way, met the stone ground,
but to reveal the break as something worthy of reverence.
I touch the quiet seams along my ribs.
The years that nearly took my breath
have dried into silver traces across the pores and skin.
I am not the boy who entered the hurricane,
nor am I the break he feared he ought to emerge as.
The years that nearly took my breath
have dried into silver traces across the pores and skin.
I am not the boy who entered the hurricane,
nor am I the break he feared he ought to emerge as.
The vessel still holds water.
The water, though, tastes candy.
And inside the morning slight upon the sill,
the gold seams shine brightest of all.
The water, though, tastes candy.
And inside the morning slight upon the sill,
the gold seams shine brightest of all.
— Marcus Sterling
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About the Author · Marcus Sterling
Resident contributor writing for PoetrySad. Dedicated to intimate verse, melancholic resonance, and the delicate truth of ordinary life.