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Stained Glass

By Kenz K.Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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I am stained glass

I colour just a bit outside the lines

My edges are sharp when I don’t know where I fit in.

Fragmented.

Dark until I let the light shine through me, permeating the dark spots in my being.

My thinking.

Conditioned and been through the system. Those jagged edges have been smoothed out.

But my vibrant colours will always bleed outside the lines.

What once was a rough shard of glass has now become a mosiac — a myriad of all the experiences I’ve had with others and the effects they’ve had on me.

I may have many broken parts, but I am finally complete.

inspirational
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About the Creator

Kenz K.

I write about romance, relationships and personal development.

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