Ok, so here's the deal. This poem was an English assignment I had to do. My teacher assigned as a painting done by an art class student, and we had to write a poem about it and our feelings it created within us. Mine was a girl, maybe 10 to 12 years old, sitting cross legged. It was totally blue, although it did us different shades, and had lines on it, to make it look like you were seeing her through a stain glass window. This is the poem I created. I wasn't going to psot it here, but my friend said it was good. So, now I want to know what you think, too.

Through The Glass

Through the glass,

Sits a little girl.

Her trys to hide,

What her eyes can not.

Through the glass,

I see her sadness.

Such sadness do I see,

Although she does not cry.

Through the glass,

I can see her pain.

That pain does mar,

Her young face mercilessly.

Through the glass,

I can not talk.

I can not shout,

To comfort her.

Through the glass,

I see her.

Looking just once more,

Before I turn away.

Painting: Girl through a Blue Glass By: Jeff Glowa

I would like to thank Jeff Glowa, a student at my school who I've never met, for creating the wonderful painting that inspired this poem. And Mrs. Weston, my teacher, for making the class write the poems for the art show. (I forgot to mention. The poems are/were on display at my school art show.) And lastly, my e-mail penpal, Brittani. Also known as Lil-Yasha. She inspired my to place this poem here, on ficpress. THANK YOU ALL!