Shards
In what seems to be a clear moment I hesitate
Looking around for comfort when can I be released
Free me from the prison objecting minds attempt to put me in
I find myself broken in some areas and I try to mend the pieces
The difficulty of my task constantly increases my will has been tested
Whether an accusation or a false precept created in an ill gotten imagination
I refuse to be the black sheep in this nation I fight to remain one of God’s treasured creations
Those broken pieces remain un-obtained in darkness and the frailty of my heart remains
Stumbling in the darkness of my pain I find pieces unrecognizable to my eyes
The reflection in the broken mirror is me my pain my joy my fears
Slowly the shards take form and its form is fitting to me I’m free
The friendliness of the magnificent feeling takes shape In her reflection I can see my face I take my place
In my reflection I sense her will has been tested
As my imperfection forms to her
Her imperfection forms to meTogether we are able to see
Two broken souls
Can make one
Complete.
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