Stained Glass

Knowing Myself

Is Hard

I Crouch

In Blackness

In a Sphere of

Stained Glass

Reflections of

My Essence

Windows Into

Others

Slowly Shifting

Growing Shrinking

Polymorphing

Colors Changing

Brightening Fading

Cracking

Shattering

Melting

Creating

Inside

All Black

I Feel Colors

Within

But I Can't

See

I Scour the

Colored Glass

Searching for

My Reflection

The Only Thing

I Know to Look for

Is Love

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

Beautiful descriptive verbs at the end of the first stanza. I love that it is illustrating the never ending battle to find oneself. Very relatable as I believe most people go through soul searching throughout most of their lives. I also like that you used stained glass. It is harder to see your reflection in it, as the images in it are influential and prominent.

[Benitoo]

Thank you! I've been talking deep thoughts with a lot of my friends and reading a lot more poems and other writings on this site lately, and I keep seeing the battle to find oneself and deep soul searching, and it's wonderful because everyone describes it differently based on their experiences and who they are, and because everyone has their own dreams or visions of fantastic reality which exude in their writing in unique, magical ways, always circling or spiraling the same core of emotions and ideas. Stained glass is one of my day dreams (or night dreams rather, but I see it while awake). Thank you for your description of stained glass - it reflects my feelings exactly in a way I hadn't fully considered.