Stained Glass

My past

Looking back 

Is depicted

In stain glass

 

A narrative 

Of a time

When a piece of the world

Was mine

 

I sigh

Because it’s gone

My young, glass figure

Dances to a song

 

It’s a memory

In my mind

Where translucent colors

brightly light shine

 

Blues, reds, 

greens, and yellows

All pieced together

And lined in gold

 

I smile 

And cry

For my past life

Is frozen in time

 

Never to return

Only to be seen

When I turn around

Or if I dream

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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