Trauma's mirror
Trauma met Trauma when I looked in the mirror.
A pale reflection of me
Of years of tragic, mournful moments
That is the reflection I would see
Trauma came face to face with true horror
All I could see from the inside of me
The reality of what I became
That was what I would see
Trauma reflecting something different.
A look in the Word – a different mirror
Truth reflects a small sparkle and
Out of it grows a thin line of hope.
A reflection of You not me
Trauma reflects a distant reflection.
One of what used to be.
As I heal from Trauma's prickly grip.
I can no longer see in trauma’s mirror.
Of the me I used to be
Trauma is gone, a new site I beget
A smile from a different perspective.
A healed heart holding onto your hand.
I close my eyes, but too excited to see.
I leap in faith, what will it be?
As I look, now it’s really me, in the mirror I see!
Chantelle Smith
30 April 2024
Copyright © Chantelle Smith | Year Posted 2024
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