Stained Glass Woman

Peer within, for outer beauty isn’t enough

Just a series of Ornately decorated

Broken pieces jagged, rough

Left behind of  memories faded


The cracks and the lines of my brow furrow

across my face a smile attempts to spread

A glimpse of pure joy amid the sorrow

Revealing picturesque pieces of heartstring shreds

Torn, shattered and shaped into a window

A Mosaic of emotional wounds, silver lined threads

Yet however fragmented by heartbreak and impurity

My nature made in such a way that the sun doth still shine through me

To reveal the essence inside of me—that of pure feminine divinity

existence still holy,


complete in its own right to be

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