Thoughts

Poem/Quote IX

•• Her heart had shattered

Into millions of insignificant pieces.

She had to choose;

Which piece of herself would she keep?

Would she take the doors presented to her?

Maybe take the largest piece,

The best piece,

The fondest piece,

The piece that she loved the most.

But what is this?

After everything, she chose a smile;

A seemingly insignificant part of her life.

A little thing.

But it symbolized hope.

Hope is the light in a fractured, darkened world.

It's the color of stained glass.

Because even if it was broken like her heart,

The rays of sunlight flaring through it

Could create something beautiful.

The shine of lightly dancing color

Along with the tendrils of happiness

Belonging to that one smile

Could flash a rainbow of hope

In that desolate plain of misery. ••

~ A/N ~

This is officially my favorite quote of all time. I can't believe I wrote this.

Comment what you think!

Sincerely ~

Gianna