Fragmented glass upon my window sill
so much like the pieces of my broken heart
that leave me shattered in despair
Jagged . . . sharp
so painful to the touch
Seemingly beyond all hope
of slight repair.
But . . . Is there hope?
Could I? Should I? leap upon the chance
to rebuild . . . to color . . . to reshape
this segmented heap of useless parts
into a magnificent, intricate
stained glass masterpiece?
So unique, so set apart
from all common works of art.
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