Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Mirror, Mirror

Everyday
at least a dozen battles
all waged in my head
some days I think I would rather be
dead
But then God entrusted me with a gift
a weapon and a shield
a living mirror
to protect not wield
The mirror holds my future
and allows me to mold a past
I thank Him for this priceless gift
finding myself
in its looking glass eyes
it brings me peace and calm
Everyday a blessing
when this gift calls me Mom

(Written 2.25.15)

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