if you can’t see your beauty
wear it
all last week
I felt ugly
until Friday
when I wore makeup
maybe it helps
to get “dolled up”
before you go inside
and see what’s wrong
putting on a face
helped me
step through
the looking glass
mirrors
“In Sight Full”
in heaven
I bet there won’t be mirrors
because we’ll be see thru
so why not start here
in sight
is my body
full figured
hanging skin
wrinkles forming
resemblance
outta sight
is my soul
good parts and
bad
renewed and
old
which leaves
my spirit
Free to move
Free to laugh
Free to be love
and soar
I’m not sure
what makes it to heaven
the only thing dying
will be the outside
leaving the goodness of my soul
and spirit
to see through
bringing heaven on earth
through transparency
writing out bad
to get to the good
so the enemy of mirrors
won’t haunt me
and because of the effect
it has here on earth
I KNOW there’ll be laughter
in heaven
“Do You See What I See?”
I know you don’t
because when I look in the mirror
I cry
I see my profile
my weight
my self
and I cry
I just want someone
to see me
from the outside
each profile
from the neck down
from the neck up
from the front
the back
the sides
and tell me that
I’m beautiful
but convince me
or deliver me from
the darkness
that tells lies
“Observing the Mirror”
is wonder lost
in a phone Continue reading
“epoH”
does anyone remember
the last day of the year
paralyzed in my bed
without will to move
a day of Sea World planned
yet laying in tears? Continue reading
To See Myself Through Love
When I was teaching the youth group on Wednesday, I said some things that really touched my heart. I even told them, “If you walk out of here with nothing, at least I know “I” got something out of this.”” It’s amazing how God shows us things, and since then, He’s just been expanding a lot.
One thing I’d mentioned is the way I see myself isn’t how others see me. Continue reading
“Mirror of Hope”
it’s so tempting to look back
and regret the years I’ve lost
the time I spent
drinking
using
neglecting
selling
giving
almost everything away
to darkness Continue reading
“Always More”
what if there was more to life
than shedding clothes for men
what if there was more to life
than selling her body
what if there was more to life
than what she saw in the mirror
what if there was more to life
than the traumatic visions of old
what if there was more to life
than having to be better than others
what if there was more to life
than money
there is
and His Name is Jesus
“Who’s Looking Back”
a window
a mirror
glass door
who’s looking back Continue reading
