Author’s Note

This is for the broken and the rising. For the ones who have loved through scars, and shone through shadow. Kintsugi Our Souls Together is a love letter to the beauty in brokenness—and the gold that binds us when we choose to mend, together.

Kintsugi Our Souls Together
Poetry by Rowan Evans

You say you’re broken.
Baby—me too.
Not just cracked,
but scattered like constellations
ripped from the sky,
fragments of light
drenched in shadow.

We are star-born ruins—
cosmic,
bruised,
beautiful in our wreckage.
Galaxies of grief
swirl behind our eyes,
but still—
baby, we shine.

So let’s gather the remnants,
each jagged edge,
each silent scream.
Let’s stitch our scars
with molten gold,
Kintsugi our souls
until pain becomes pattern,
and every fracture
sings with sacred heat.

I want to know your ache—
wear it like velvet on my skin,
learn the shape of your sorrow
until it fits inside my ribcage.
We’ll build a throne from bones
of yesterday’s despair,
a palace of ash and stars,
lit by the heavens
that watched us burn.

No crowns needed.

Just you and me—
flawed,
fierce,
whole in our brokenness.
Treasures made
from what the world discarded.
Proof that ruin
can still rise—
holy.

So let the world call us ruins—
Let them say we should’ve shattered.
They don’t see the gold in our veins,
the way we gleam—
Kintsugi souls…
even in the dark.

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