Stained Glass SoulA Poem by Phantom Heart
This is a previous version of Stained Glass Soul.
Each broken soul is like a pane of shattered glass.
The blue window used to be our purity
The yellow window used to be out happiness
The green window used to be our love
Now they are broken, and hopeless
But if we want to be whole again
We must piece together the shards
When we look upon our window,
We still see just broken pieces,
Glued together hopelessly fragile
Unable to see the real beauty,
When someone else looks at the window
They can see the meticulous detail
The creator put into each piece
They see sunshine filtered into beams of brilliant color
Where the blue blossoms like a flower,
And the yellows hold hidden memories,
While the green whispers the promise of a future
Each line is a lesson learned and a mistake made,
These lines were woven into the design with purpose
They hold together the beauty that is shattered glass
Sometimes broken is beautiful
© 2009 Phantom Heart
Shelved in 3 LibrariesAdded on March 20, 2009
Coal City, IL
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