The Looking Glass

I’m sorry you are hurting

Believe me when I say

I know how it feels to hurt,

To experience, to feel deeply,

To feel cut to the bone

By words intended to help

Sometimes, the pain is so raw,

flesh torn, a heart shattered,

By circumstance, that the dance

Of life is merely a twinkle

From a distant star

That cannot wound you

Further, slipping into silence

In a world consumed by violence

Time after time

I’d hear the words…

“I just want the old you back.”

but that is not who I am,

now I am more than before.

Made stronger, made wiser,

Built different with every trial,

every tribulation, every tear,

Each winter and summer,

Every autumn and spring

Re-writing the story

Only living can bring

Every season will come again,

No matter how much I or we

Wish they would stay at bay

I cried, so many tears,

At times, I wrote rhymes

I sang in my head and aloud

Of the things I could feel

When my lips were sealed

A world where at times I feared

People being too near,

Too close for comfort.

I found peace, time to heal.

In solitude, I sought sanctuary

the arms of angels held me,

carried me through, back to you

when the time was right

for the end of night

when I had overcome

the depths, the winters, the fires,

shattered dreams reborn

no longer forlorn

Too tired to repeat the cycles

Of people listening

But not hearing

To explain, the rain

Over and over again

As I fell asleep in my bed,

I bent my head,

To pray, the next day

Would be easer to bare,

To find my way there

Back to the heart

Without tipping the apple cart

I knew I had to be true,

To me, or I’d have slipped away

Long ago and along the way

Of being me, I was understood

By those who could see,

I can be nothing less than me

With my heart brave and bold,

my love of songs, new and old    

That in every dance,

I dream of romance,

Of love, of freedom

Mind entranced

by the harmony of life

Even in strife

blessings to be found

as I looked around

They are part of me

As I am of you

I never stopped loving

With all my heart

Even if we were apart

I tried my best at every turn

Even when it burned

Please forgive me,

Try to understand,

To hear, I have always

Wanted you near.

A raw wound is messy

And easy to tear,

And all I was doing

Was of myself, taking care.

I’ve come through it all

I’m a tower of strength.

And I appreciate you’d

Go to any lengths

The old me is gone now, grown

but I can still be your best friend.

This is a new beginning, not the end.

A woman with passion

And love in her heart.

My passion, my purpose,

My mission is clear

To treasure this world

And all I hold dear.

To care for the future,

As I have for the past

To always love the person

I find in the looking glass.

I Seek Sanctuary

Mary at the foot of the Cross
Picture from the rear of The Sacristy at Paisley Abbey by Rashelle Reid

I seek sanctuary
from falsified histories
and lies of today.
I seek sanctuary
from those who
pray to prey
I seek sanctuary
keep me safe
in your arms
I seek sanctuary
not just for me
but for all
I seek sanctuary,
hear my plea
I seek sanctuary
let me rise and
catch me when I fall
I seek sanctuary
answer my call
as I answered yours.
I seek sanctuary
to share, to reveal
to teach, to love
I seek sanctuary
to grow, to expand
to live and die in peace.
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