The Girl in the Mirror
The Girl in the Mirror
Beauty ignites her, fire delights her,
Empowered, dynamic and full,
Exquisite design, enchanting the mind,
Breathing heat into my soul
Her eager breath gasps, her throaty voice rasps,
“Come along and see what I see!
Let no one else take you, they’ll just try to make you
Into what they think you should be.”
She says, “Don’t be frightened, we’ll be so enlightened!
Just look at me here in your face
Study the mirror, I could not be clearer
Come now and you’ll find your place.”
“Beauty sublime, your soul, not your mind,
past the deep and the darkness within
Beyond all your pain, past the hurts that you’ve lain
on the altar of your shame and sin.”
“Together we’ll be what Creator has made,
I’ll never deliver you lies.
You know who you are, you’re made from the stars
and you’ll see it within your own eyes.”
“So, step into me - to be real, to be free
And wild and uniquely you
Don’t hold yourself back, so sure of your lack
Look and inside and see what is true”
Who is this woman, so daring and bold
Challenging me in the glass?
She’s familiar and strange, so far out of range,
She looks like she’s made out of ash
But as I look closer, choosing to see
past the crows feet and finely etched lines
A woman emerges and boldly encourages
Me to step out of my mind.
She’s begging a moment, a second to share
To enter my heartspace and see
“You must create, you must live! You have a story to tell!”
Her voice is ringing with glee.
Too many times I’ve looked in the glass
Past the truth to the devious bluff
Of the traitor inside whose words are all lies
Reminding me I’m not enough
I’ve forgotten my strength, I’ve shoved it all back
Dulling my inner soul shine
Geared to hurry, all filled with worry
That I simply will not have the time
To do all of the things I think I must do
To be worthy of acceptance and love
I always choose others, ignoring my needs
Repeating til push comes to shove
As I look at my face in the mirror today,
I ask myself. “Am I this old?”
I remember the call to be brave and stand tall,
to be daring and laughing and bold.
Soon I will choose to call out my fear
Discarding what’s shallow and small
Rising up from inside, feeling the tide
Hearing Divinity’s call.
No longer fleeing, just practicing being
My ego tucked up on a shelf
I’ll begin to embody the woman I’ll be
Loving the face of my Self
I’m done being angry for what life didn’t give
I know in my soul who ‘she’ is
I’ll choose to grab on to this beautiful life
I’ll choose to face forward and live.
One day I’ll get up and look in the mirror
Deciding to brave what I see
I’ll be delighted that day
to be able to say,
“The girl in the mirror
And I
Are just me”