Gold in the Cracks

The story

I was porcelain once, soft and bright, until the world showed its teeth. I could have mended myself just to disappear, sealed every line so nobody would see where I split. Instead I traced them with gold. You don't need to be whole to shimmer when you turn. Don't rush the way you heal: you are the art you make.

Lyrics

I was porcelain once, soft and bright
But the world had teeth and love could bite
It cracked me open, piece by piece
But now those fractures give me peace

I trace the lines, not with shame
But powdered gold that speaks my name
I don’t hide what’s split in me
I wear it like my legacy

You wanted something flawless
But I was born from flame
I’ve learned to love the damage
That taught me how to stay

There’s gold in the cracks
Where silence bends and burns
I rise from the ash
With every scar I’ve earned
Don’t need to be whole
To shimmer when I turn
There’s gold in the cracks
And fire that still yearns

I’m not looking back to start again
I’m not afraid of who I’ve been
Every edge I wear with grace
A history time cannot erase

You won’t find me stitched in fear
I don’t mend just to disappear
I don’t fake the way I heal
I don’t bend to make it feel

You asked for something simple
But I’m layered, raw, and deep
I carry what I’ve buried
And I burn the things I keep

There’s gold in the cracks
Where silence bends and burns
I rise from the ash
With every scar I’ve earned
Don’t need to be whole
To shimmer when I turn
There’s gold in the cracks
And fire that still yearns

So when you break — break open
Let the world see the line
Trace the pain in silver
And call it by design

Don’t rush the way you’re healing
Don’t mute the way you ache
You are more than just survival
You are the art you make

There’s gold in the cracks
And rhythm in the pain
I lost what I was
But I’m not lost again
No need for perfect
No promises to fake
There’s gold in the cracks
And love in what we make

I rise from the ashes
And I carry my flame.
There’s gold in the cracks—
And I’m not hiding again.