Acceptance

Mirror, mirror in my soul, who is it I may be?
A child long lost, a woman scorned, a soul to hide from thee?

Frightened of the world around, at what I may become,
hidden deep within my mind, no where left to run.

Painful memories tease and taunt, threatening to control,
powerless I fear to be, to lose my very soul.

Yet buried in the bowels of hate, a spark of life remains,
strength and courage, passion boils, the voice to shout my name.

For I am strong, too much to die, abandon hope not I,
No more a struggle to avoid, no more an eye for eye.

Standing tall, with my mind clear, for justice my heart pounds,
No more the victim, no more tears, no walls coming down.

Mirror, mirror in my soul, who is it I may be?
I am power, I am strength, I am life for thee.

October 2004

Very nice