Who are you?

Grace defines who I am. The Love of One makes me whole.

Saturday

House of Mirrors


Do you like what you see?
Reflecting on what you were makes no sense
Dwelling on what what has been hurts my eyes
Tears shine with painful light

Distortion clouds refracted images
Culture gives me double vision
I strain to see through shattered mirrors
Outlines of you, radiating from me

You become apparent through me
Light blinds in the mirror
A house of mirrors stands firm on a Rock
A Rock bleeds with irridescent grace


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