Out of the Darkness

Today I picked up the pieces of my

broken self

And as I placed them in my hands

one by one

I realized...

They were not really broken at all

It was only the mirror I'd been

looking in

With cracks and shattered glass

I turned around where on the other

side of me was a brilliant glowing

light

My curious mind craved a closer

look

My discovery left me in awe...

A glorious image

A beautiful soul

A woman, she looked like me

What grace, what beauty, what

elegance

What and how could this be?

For a moment ago I was down on my knees

with a broken,

tired old self

"Not so," said my voice

"That is not you"

"But an image you had created in a

broken mirror"

I understand now I'm not broken at all;

Only the way I had chosen to see

I see a new image

from a brand new place

The perfect soul that is the

real me

I'm forever grateful my soul shines

through

And reveals she's always been

with me

I can look at the illusion

or step aside

And see all that

I'm meant

to be