Stained Glass Soul

When a pane of glass is dropped, it shatters. Hearts and souls tend to break in the same way.

 

Each broken soul is like a pane of shattered glass.

Blue shards are memories of purity

Yellows are shadows of old happiness

Greens are pieces of shattered love

Now broken, now hopeless

If we want to be whole again

We must piece together our 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 blues blossom like flowers,

The yellows hold treasured memories,

Greens whisper the promise of a future

Each line is a lesson learned and

And each mistake ever made,

These lines are woven into the design with purpose

They hold together the beauty that is shattered glass

Sometimes broken is beautiful

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to Quiet Poet

Reviews

[hiralarious]

That was beautiful.
I don't know what to say...
Usually describing colors and what they mean comes off as strange and weird but you somehow made it work and work well.
Brilliant(:

[QuietPoet]

Wow... You wrote a poem for me?

When I started to read it, I felt like you were writing about me, but it seems you werent just writing about me.. There is so many broken hearts out there.. And everyone that has one, should come and read this.. Such beauty and so true. Thank you so much for the write.. It means so much to me.. You have no idea.. Thank you...