WHO AM i?

As I pass the mirror,

I stop and stare -

who is that person, standing there?

I hardly know her anymore,

that person, who I was before.

She looks at me,

with those trusting eyes -

and a soul that’s seven times her size.

And the more I look,

the more she changes;

The figure, before me - it rearranges.

She stretches and turns,

as for wisdom, she yearns -

And all at once, I realize;

It is me, that I see -

looking back nervously;

And regardless, what the mirror shows,

This soul that I feel -

that’s what is real;

Not what this body knows.

I am, who I am;

For God made me, she.

I am her.  She is me.

We are one - me and she.

And I believe I AM who God wants me to be.

So, inside-out, I will walk,

through this world on my own;

Small and scared -tired and timid -

but not ever really alone.

With my soul exposed,

I wear this shell;

As I walk through life -

and go, through Hell.

And the girl that I was,

I always will be;

Even though, it’s not her, now -

I see looking at me.

In a body that’s aging, withered and worn -

with clothing, now baggy, tattered and torn;

I pour out my soul, so that other’s might learn -

that they, too, should teach -

when it comes to their turn.

And no matter what image,

the mirror might see,

I trust, in just this one thing;

That I am, exactly,

where He wants me to be;

and through all this, my soul, He will bring.

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