Stained-Glass Token~by Nikki Anne Schmutz

OUR POETRY CORNER

Stained-Glass Token

Your light is mine
I pull it to me in fractals.
Pick and choose the pieces.
Mold them into the stained glass
Patterns and forms of a whole.
The picture of goodness in my soul
Failed me, I waited…
For the you who would
Make it right.

But in reality
It is not you, it is the me
Who in your gaze revives
The faith I once had in myself
A flower, picked and given
As a token
Of growth and love
Of eternal seeding
And regeneration.

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