Pieces of violet.

A Poem by Emma

This girl is so beautiful
and her heart is so beautiful
and her spirit is so beautiful
but she is so broken.
She was a stained glass window,
now shattered to pieces
- her colors are all around the room -
but there is no light to shine through.
I want to pick them up
and piece her back together
into a kaleidoscope,
so she can see the world
whatever way she likes.

Her insecurity unsettles me
because I see myself in her,
I feel my heart breaking for her.
Our lives are not intertwined
and our pasts do not know of each other
but I feel my history repeating itself for her,
and I wish I could rewrite the books.
The years between us are not many
and the pain she feels
- the pain I felt -
is not far behind them.
Small by choice,
her heart big by nature,
yet her beauty is all its own.

I want to paint her world anew,
let her share my kaleidoscope,
let her see herself through my own broken hope.
But I know this is a view
she must see through alone
and that is the scariest part.