Glass Chime: A Poem on Brokenness and Kindness | Thursday Verse No. 16

  Helping often makes us feel virtuous. We like to believe our touch brings comfort and light to what is broken, yet the view from outside rarely reveals how that offering feels from within. Even the gentlest intentions can create shifts or pressures we never imagine. 

  This poem lingers in that delicate space where beauty and strain coexist, where our intentions meet the realities beneath them, and asks us to consider what remains unheard in the music we admire.

Glass chime

AI-generated image created using ChatGPT (GPT-5), powered by OpenAI’s DALL·E model.

Threaded together

hanging by the window side,

dangled three broken glass pieces assembled as a chime,

Its blue and teal twinkled to every dawn’s first light,

Tinted beams kissed on her face the freshest morning smile.

Tinkling to the baton of breeze, 

gently waking her from sleep,

Purpose was added to the shattered parts,

A work of her kind hands, turned into an art!

Yet, little is known of the feelings of each piece,

Who were incised each other to produce music.

- Mercy Rebonica