If I Grow up

If I grow up I want to be a stained glass window.

All the broken pieces

From every time that I've been shattered

Bound by every dark and sticky moment in between

Bathed in sunshine, framed and set

To face to the first rays of dawn that streak across the morning's sky.

I want each colorful shard and sliver

To find its place in this translucent tapestry

This refractive mosaic

These pieces of me should mean something.

I want all the heartbreaks and dashed hopes

To add up to something more than just

A splintered spirit with fractured dreams.

I want them to form a picture, a story

A vibrant work of art about a life where there

Was love that did not give up,

Joy that found itself in unexpected places

Peace that flowed through curves and corners

A life that dared and danced and gave equal merit to

Learning from the past and changing the present

A life that let the light in but kept the cold and darkness at bay.

I want a portrait of kindness

A landscape of laughter

A collage of creativity, curiosity and compassion

An abstract of passion, purity and perseverance

A mural of memories, madness and

Something more precious than pretty words can confine

All the colors of my heart and home

Every shade of blue

Every tint of scarlet

Every golden gleam.

I have my rough breaks and sharp edges

But handled carefully and correctly

I am more than scrap and

Much less likely to cut you unwittingly...

If I grow up I want to be a stained glass window.