Stained Glass

I had actively participated in my life
so why didn’t I see myself in any of it
the way my hazy reflection never fitted
the window with copper curved edges
but decided to destroy my only mirror
and shatter everyone’s expectations
permitting me to find the broken pieces
that truly defined my fragmented facade
the way words cut skin deep like the
stained glass that lay scattered on my floor
waiting for me to pick up the tiny remnants
to either hold and keep or to throw away
to be left alone, abandoned, and unchanged

Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

Published: Medium & Modern Ink

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