![]() Stained Glass MirrorA Poem by Bluerealis![]() 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! © 2008 BluerealisAuthor's Note
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Added on August 3, 2008Last Updated on August 3, 2008 Author![]() BluerealisMequon, WIAboutI'm a writer, a listener, a people-watcher, and I stick to myself mostly. Although I can be harsh at times, my hope is to live for Christ, and to learn more of the Word each day. Jude 22,23 more..Writing
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