The Mirror

I have a mirror.
I look in it everyday.
Sometimes, it's not what I want to see.
Instead, it's what I want to be.

My hope is to think clearer.
It's that mirror I want to break.
That shattered glass comes with consequences.
It looms with seven years of mistakes.

Still, every morning I have a task.
To look in that mirror and not see my past.
To look beyond my woes,
And pray to God I can clean that mirror and save my soul.

When all is done and I am at peace.
I shall look in that mirror and just see me.
The eyes will close for me to take my rest.
In my sleep, I shall dream I have done my best.

by Marie WardAlonge

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