December 5, 2005

• My life is a
  Stained glass
  Window

  So many
  Broken pieces
  So many years
  To reconstruct

  A kaleidoscope
  Of shapes and colors
  Reshaped with every
  Twist and turn of life

  Each new
  Broken piece
  Becomes
  Yet another prism
  Through which
  The light can
  Shine through

  Tears

  Smiles
  Love
  Childbirth

  Death

  And my own
  Personal rebirths

  It’s all there

  My life
  Framed
  In mortar
  And wrought iron
  For the world to see

  Forever working
  On a masterpiece

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