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


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