Stained Glass Mirror

Our masks are imprisoning; it's difficult to take them off because we know what lies beneath: our true core.Not only did I feel free when God broke my mirror, I felt utterly joyful to be happy just being me, and knowing that being me is all God ever wants

I stared into the stained glass mirrors,

tried to find what was never there.

I pulled the lie of what I found from the acids of my stomach,

and it deceived me for a while.

And staring, staring, I tried to find

what I hoped to be someday,

who I wished to see today.

Staring I hoped to find what was never there.

 

My stained glass hands lifted up my stained glass mask

as I readied for my stained glass masquerade.

 

Hidden behind self-preservation,

trapped by bricks of self-pride,

I stared through the glass that separated me from

genuine lives,

and genuine people,

and genuine truth.

Wished to be that way,

but my mask got in my way.

 

My stained glass eyes looked through my stained glass mask

as I readied for my stained glass masquerade.

 

Then my God struck my stain glass mirror,

He made it broken anew.

Broken the mirror is whole, I found.

Who now stares into that mirror?

I've never seen her, I hardly know her name.

The stained glass mirror had been broken,

the stained glass mask I had taken off,

the stained glass masquerade is ended

and I can finally dance!

Author's Note

I found that I never get truly inspired to write until nighttime, usually just before I go to bed. And that's when I wrote this, it was about 12:30am more or less.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a wonderful poem, and a great tribute to the creator of it all. And writting at night time has is advantages, it's quieter most of the time. Well done.

[Wildecat]

An Extremely well penned poem, loved how it ended. A very nice write. A definite pleasure to read.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Beautiful and creative! I could vividly imagine the stained glass mirror. I look into my own, how I want it destroyed! I find this to be well written. It's wonderful how it ends with dancing.

[Angel Baby]

Late night writing agree's with you as the poem is very well penned. Found it a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.