Reflection
From within this fleshly  prism.
Where I deal with thoughts and fears.

Where moments turn to hours.
Where hours turn to years!

I wonder, do you see me?
Or are you blind, and can not see?

Like, a shadow in the mirror.
Reflecting human misery!

I'm here beneath the surface.
Beneath the character, I portray!

Do you recognise the real me?
Or, just the role I often play?

Do you see beyond the surface?
Beyond the childish pride and tears!

Can you understand the heartache?
Of the whispers, no one hears?

Could I tell you every secret?
Every thing that caused me pain?

Could I share with you the moments?
Of every humiliating shame!

Can I tell you how I made it?
How I found the strength to stand!

My strength is in the sacrifice!
Of my Saviours nail scarred hands!













Comments:
 
SScurlock   SScurlock wrote
on 4/13/2013 5:26:50 PM
Thanks Connie - that waa sweet

Write_Faith   Write_Faith wrote
on 10/29/2009 7:30:49 PM
Wow Shirley! Another great poem! I'm never disappointed with your writings. I long for the discipline you must have to write. I am praying for just that discipline. And I know you're praying with me sis.... connie

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Synopsis
We are not always transparent with those around us. We are hidden away inside ourselves and often wonder if anyone sees. This poem was written tonight with that thought in mind. I wonder if people knows who I am? I wonder if they know how I survived the most horrible things in my life?
A Word from the Writer
Do You Know Me? No. So Let Me introduce myself to you. I am a survivor. I am an over comer. I am a believer.
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