83

you’re light pouring through stained glass
I’m waiting to see a shadow, but
all there is
is dozens of refracted, coloured light
showing me all the ways I’m different
and that there’s nothing wrong with me
even when I’m looking for it

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21 thoughts on “83

  1. As someone with at least two personalities at any given time, someone who refers to her more destructive selves and inner demons as shadows, her other half as a reflection,

    your poem about lights refracting a person’s essence through a stained glass prism is the sweetest music to my ears.

    Bless your beautiful, creative soul.
    ~ Adeline

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  2. Elle, I love the imagery of the poem and how much thought you put into it. It might be short but it conveys so much about our inner thoughts and what we all face in life To some extent we all watch the radiant light the same way. The poem is beautiful. Stan

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