let me tell you
as you weep over
the cuts upon your sensitive fingertips
the bloodprints you leave behind
as you try to put the slivered and silvered shards of Yourself back together:
First, your tears are not wasted.
none of them ever are -- those
are waterdrop shards of You, too.
But also remember:
you are an artist, you are a witch.
anything broken you touch
can be remade into something more
than it ever was originally.
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