Like Stained Glass

[void quest]

Your heart of glass carefully rebuilt
You shroud it closely, but you let me in
Every crack every missing piece I see
Each imperfection I accept openly

Haunting you with unresolved guilt
Each bit of it you judge like a god with sin
Your past although it lingers near
I will not let it shatter you newfound cheer

I hear its cracking beat echoing through your halls
Catching each piece as the pain floods through once again
The shards I gently solder back into place
And back I fight your pain, my fists a mace

No matter how many times a piece falls
No matter the count of cracks you have in the end
I will help you to solder these shards back, alas
I love you for every bit of your heart like stained glass

@earnest snow

@acoustic lily @tawny harbor @manic kestrel

@modest sand@mild aspen

[mild aspen]

Shows full transition and understanding of stained glass and emotional control. Keep on writing ((:

[earnest snow]

It's really sweet how this poem captures unconditional love and support. The "heart of glass" seems to symbolize vulnerability and past pain, while the speakers dedication to mending it really highlights deep, selfless commitment. I liked this piece, I think it portrayals well love's healing power.

[void quest]

The person I wrote this for means a lot to me and some stuff was brought back up recently that drastically affected her. She loves poetry, so I figured one of the best ways to convey this to her was through poetry. I think I'm going to share it with her now, thank you

[sour sail]

Wonderful! @void quest has just pregressed to level 2!

[earnest snow]

You do that, I bet she'll appreciate it.

[tawny harbor]

Hi! Can you not ping me to poems directly if I don’t know you? I only let close friends and mutual feedbackers do this. Thanks!

[void quest]

I will keep that in mind, I apologize!

[modest sand]

Im sorry, I dont read poems this late in the day, because I'm too tired and cannot read clearly. You could remind me tomorrow and I will make sure to read it! 🤍

Many hugs, stay safe!! ✨

[void quest]

You as well, have a goodnight!

[modest sand]

My brain doesnt work at this point, I just saw an image of a candle on my phone and tried to smell it 😭😭😭💀
idc if I get judged

[tawny harbor]

its okay ❤️ i love ur poems, u have my permission to tag me in poetry now ❤️

[void quest]

Awww, thank you very much, that means a lot

[tawny harbor]

i will give feedback now bc heheh stained glass imagery kills my broken heart (pun intended)

i like how you describe the especially human experience of love and devotion, especially in the perspective a strong, steady soldier ready to fight your beloved's literal pain with your own bare fists, or in reality, gentle, fixing hands

which perfectly transitions to the next and last stage of the poem, comparing the heart to fragile class, especially stained glass. to me, and this doesnt exactly apply to my actual translation of the piece/its js my own way of seeing things, makes me think of a church. so holy, beautiful, and wonderful but also evokes a powerful, mysterious, higher presence, much like how, in the biblical sense, the heart is (and how it is "created in His image". stained glass must be broken and painted before it can be pieced together (i have no idea how stained glass mosiacs are made LOL), like how a heart is made up of different things that build from a lifetime, like glass pieces broken from a bigger picture and pieced together. This makes the heart a beautiful, yet fragile creation---its stained glass being the walls which harbors the soul inside, like its own little church. stained glass may crack, shatter, or be broken entirely, but its comforting knowing there is someone in this world so absolutely faithful that they'll pick up those pieces, no matter how sharp they may be, and put you back together like a wonderfully loving mosiac

i hope what i said made sense 🧍‍♀️

[void quest]

Wow, that was a lot, but it made sense thank you very much