Make Art, Not Shards
A Free Verse Poem
And so we wind between our words
like delicate dancing steps.
Beauty is in the eye that sees
but all I see is your shattered glass;
and you refuse to pick up the pieces
of your past, present, and future,
as you disregard my own patchwork
that I see as an art in progress.
Your shards cut when we are close
and I’m afraid of my own glass breaking
by your thoughts in sound waves
and that disapproving stare of ice—
no, jealousy?
.
Oh, my dearest friend.
I share not my window of art
for you to peer in with spite,
nor is my celebration of life
to draw a black hole between us
so you can see a “me versus you.”
I share my window of the world
to show how you too, yes you,
can pick up your pieces of glass
and make art of your own.
When I next glance with my eyes
I wish to see your true colors
that kaleidoscope with life.
.
Yes, I dream of a world
made up of mosaic windows,
and we are the artists
that stand together behind it;
hand in hand.
About the Creator
Lindsay Sfara
I'm just a daydreaming nerd writing poetry and fiction about mental health.
Follow my novel journey and more: lindsaysfara.com
"Not all those who wander are lost" - J.R.R. Tolkien
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Comments (1)
This is a beautiful and at times heartbreaking poem. I love how you move from broken shards of glass to hopeful mosaic windows, taking those same shattered pieces to create beauty. Great writing Lindsay!