Stained Glass

Reds and greens,
orange and blue.
Different meanings in all,
including me and you.

This building's full,
of beautiful stained glass.
Gorgeous pictures,
awed by the mass.

So many people,
admire each window.
But none around one,
with the most glow.

I walk to the glass,
tattered with broken holes.
To me the most beautiful,
the one that represents me most.

The glass is so lovely,
with cracks of twenty-two.
Spreading around the picturers,
slowly they grew.

Scenes of horror,
scenes of lust.
Times of sorrow,
and breaking trust.

This window is so out of place,
around perfect, happy, and bright.
But I prefer this one,
it survived a fight.

This window has one similar man,
who lost many things.
Crying on the ground,
angel with torn wings.

This shows real life,
not some fools fantasy.
Broken, surrounded by windows complete.
This glass represents me.

Others glace at the glass,
and just walk on by.
Not taking time to see it's beauty,
Hard hearts wont even try.

Sure there's missing pieces,
and paintings of pain.
But that's what makes it unique,
still there, showing no shame.

Did it ever want to fall?
Crash down from the frame?
It was already broken,
what made it refrain?

A tear from my eye,
with a choke in my throat.
Then stood next to me,
a gentleman spoke.

"This is my favorite,
The beauty untouched.
Representing the artists life,
He hated so much."

He pointed to the crack,
"with every break,
he'd throw a rock.
Representing pain and mistake."

I looked at the man,
confused and shocked.
It could've been beautiful,
instead of mocked.

"Symbolism" he said,
"showing beauty feels pain.
So people like you,
start to understand rain."

I had only a question,
"how did it not fall?"
He answered back,
"it held to the wall."

"No matter how broken.
It still was strong.
People thought it would fall.
But it proved them wrong."

I looked at the man,
tears down my face.
"Thank-you for painting this,
showing breaking has grace."

The man smiled back,
"but how did you know?"
"A heart like mine," I answered,
"recognizes a hurt but beautiful soul."

"I saw the love in your eyes,
when you spoke of the cracks.
The thankfulness there,
Surviving these heart attacks."

I walked away, he yelled,
And blew a kiss.
"Always remember" pointing to the glass,
"You're never alone in this.

Others may judge you,
because they don't understand.
That you're strong and beautiful,
the war you fought was grand."

I held my wrist,
My own personal breaks.
Same as the artist,
representing pain and mistake.

I live by his words and art,
Holding together like the glass.
Seeing everyone's beauty,
Not their mistakes, or past.

And to this day I remember,
His words and a blown kiss.
A thankful artist,
who wasn't alone in this.

The artist designed all,
The glass in the room.
The most beautiful broken,
But surpassed the moon.

Beauty is in the broken,
When others walk by and don't care.
Offering inspiration for one's like me,
Offering a breath of fresh air.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This is beautifully written and it has such depth of meaning. Thank you for a most enjoyable read.

Chris

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I found this very beautiful:) it is seen in a way I can relate. I wish people be able to see the vast of beauty not just in an art but a person. I been very broken in my life never seen for the true measures I am. I tried and even gave up left with questions pouring before a dark filled sky. Why id always say countless times tears steaming before my face. What is wrong with me id say. Waiting always waiting for an answer in the wind but came to me. A man who life was full of an end never a begin of something that could surpass the ways of life.I never knew the answer to the question I so ask a very well spoken person who has heart compassion a love that is full depth and wonder. Yet no1 stood by my side as a love or a friend very long. Idk why I really don't people say you beat yourself up a lot and need to stop but they haven't seen before my windows they haven't grasped my feel and saw the days and months and years just flourish in a wind. I am told I am negative for how I feel. I am a misfit and outcast a man with many names but a man I am not-I am me. I was really inspired by this write thank you for sharing it gave warmth in reading:)

[Reason4Rissa]

out of all the poems I've read in my life, this one was my favorite. It was really relatable, especially to the ones who feel left out. I really like this poem, it was fantastic. I am so happy for you that you are able to write this well.

[LM]

Beautifully written! I love your writing style and structure. You told an interesting story with your well put together and well thought out melodic words, taking beauty on a whole other level. Love it!

[Bra.Kofi]

a great one and i loved most of the stanzas and th few rhymes in it

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Thank you for sharing this poem. N.