Glass

When I was young, my soul was a shining piece of glass,
pure and bright and painted with all the colors of the rainbow.
I saw everything clearly in light and dark simplicity.

But as I grew older, life assailed me
and the glass chipped and cracked and finally shattered into
a million sharp and colored fragments that cut me from time to time

I am crafting anew. I gather the broken pieces and reform them
into a new soul, building the bits into a pattern of brilliance.
A stained glass soul, multifaceted and beautiful in its complexity.

• Nancy Graves
• MSIII