Wide, gawking, tear-drenched.
I inherited my mother’s eyes.
I want to gouge them.
Their weakness betrays my reflection.
Arise, oh daughter of Judah…
But I curl in terror.
I loath the fear that is shown through my mother’s eyes...
With timidity, I cover the mirror, hiding from fragility.
Teach me, Lord, to see myself through your eyes.
Wipe away the insecurities.
Help me to love myself today.
Serpentine, thin, bloodless.
I inherited my father’s lips.
Their corners whorl and quiver
like his did when he touched me.
Get up, stand firm…
But I crumble, weeping.
I recoil from the evil written on my father’s lips...
With shame, I cover the mirror, hiding from my nightmares.
Teach me, Lord, to forgive myself through your grace.
Soothe the crushing memories.
Help me to accept myself today.
Purple, scarred, torn.
Shredded wrists condemn me.
I longed for my own death.
This vessel of flesh spent.
Lo, I am with you always…
I shudder at the strength that is shown through my Savior’s hands...
With hope, I rend the veil, a visible new creation.
Teach me, Lord to release myself to your power.
Strengthen me in your word.
Help me to prove myself today.
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