The Mirror

There is a mirror inside myself
I fear to look at,
For it reflects my very soul.

Memory holds the bitterness of my
Many mistakes--
Mistakes I know
Must darken my spirit and
Make it more hideous with each passing day.

Yet, when I find the strength and courage
To gaze into the mirror’s depths,
It is not the monster I see.

I see the white light of perfection
Made even more beautiful
By the problems and mistakes
Which occur every day.

Mistakes that teach.
Mistakes that perfect.
Mistakes that bring out beauty
Which never before existed.

There is no monster.
It is fear that hides the truth
Of who I am.

I acknowledge this reflection of light
And embrace my power.

--Cindy Shippy Evans