Brialee Turner

I believe,

That we each have a glass through which we view the world. 

The lens through which we interpret and discover,

The perspective on how we see. 

And I think that as we struggle,

Our windows of glass are smudged,

Dirty,

Wet with tears,

Coated,

Cracked,

And shattered.

And when people share this brokenness,

I see the pain,

And I hear the struggle.

It is so real.

It is so powerful,

And it shapes,

And it pulls,

And it stretches.

And as I see the broken window,

At the same time,

I also see a rainbow. 

I see the color.

I see the growth,

I see the vibrancy of the pain,

And the fire of burning,

And the passion of fighting the fight of humanity

So in the broken windows, I see rainbows.

I see the light reflected in the pain,

And I see the beauty of reaching again.