Hey everyone! I do hope you all are having a lovely Palm Sunday! Anyway to get right into today’s poem…Today’s inspiration is from a quote in a blogger’s post.
Viewing life through windows tainted with suffering is a perspective that is either for the better or for the worse. While we cannot control the pain and suffering that enters our lives by no mistakes of our own, we always make the choice of what suffering does to us.
The image I got from this quote was simply, a world of pure glass. A world that looks pure and perfect on the outside, but on the inside is hurting and about to shatter. Obviously you can’t have pure glass whilst having blemishes, so to me, I find the idea of a world of glass to be a paradox. A paradox of perfect if I may be more specific. We’ve all been through hardships and sometimes we’re tempted to try to run away from the struggles in life, and pretend that we’re still the perfect ideal person. But what we need to realize is that even though hardships aren’t fun to deal with and even though they’re like a stain on glass…The result will be even more beautiful than glass, because in the end we will be like a stained glass window; stronger than ever and beautiful. Anyway! Please enjoy today’s poem and God bless ❥
Pure and delicate
We are taught to be
Although those standards sure don’t define me
See a world that magnifies others scratches and smears
Won’t do anything but magnify their fears
Their fears of being real
To actually breathe air; To feel
To feel pain and to feel joy
But in this world feelings can destroy
See we’re told to be perfect; clean through and through
A world made of glass that judges everything you do
Your pain means nothing because all it does is splash perfection
But can’t you see? It’s just a misconception!
Society is teaching us to be perfect figurines
That our lives are to be perfect just like a movie scene
We can’t show our imperfections or let out our hurt
Because this glass world can’t handle any disconcert
When our perfection is splashed with pain, why do they pull away?
Why is society always the one they obey?
When will they realize that our pain just makes us stronger?
Can’t they see what they’re doing will only make it longer?
You can’t run away from the challenges of life
Ignoring those hurt never took away strife
Sure challenges hurt and yeah they cause pain
But you never leave the situation without any gain
I don’t care if it stains me
I don’t care if they see
That so called imperfection really helped me to be
Not to act or to do but to actually be me
Through my pain I’m made beautiful
And in the end my life is plentiful
So when they ask me to wipe all my stains away, I’ll pass
You can have your paradox of perfect but I’ll always be stained glass.
Live Life Well