The mirror....

Hello again. I thought I'd write a little note with this blog post because it's a bit more close to home. I struggle a bit with the concept mentioned in this poem. The mirror is probably one of my longest and deepest struggles. Seeing what God sees instead of what glares back at you through the mirror. Seeing God's opinion despite the many opinions of others on where I should be, what I should be and what's wrong with me, both physically, socially, anatomically and comparitively, mostly according to the world's standards. Anyway, let me stop talking. Enjoy the poem.....

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Looking in looking deeper

We're looking into peeps

Seeing things we never thought we'd see

It's kinda in-tress-ting

See him with the vintage grin

At the interval simple... 

Facial features are

Marked like a pimples end

He feels insignificant

And inadequate

When he sees his imperfection

Blatant up in the mirror

He hates the vision granted him

Placed within him

So quickly changed from a man

Of loftiness and self sufficience

To one struggling

For self worth to leave the building

Shame caught him

Timid as the great soul shrinks

Small chinks in the armour debase

It's

Funny when we're rated

Our hearts' feeling great

But when they tear us down

Watch a part dissipate

Of a man who claims he has

Hardness of king kong strength

The mirror

It has the sparks that'll set sons

Off to their purpose

And arsons the headstrong

The mirror

God's one is the best one

You lose heart

If men's hearts are the benchmark

Kick it into gear

Don't let the mirror scare you

God's heart bears

The marks of acceptance