The glossy blue pools stare back at me
searching
Piercing through the reflection I search
wondering
How what I see makes
the tumbling mess inside of me
I wonder what other eyes see
When they look, as I, into the blue
Does the heart
that swims, plummets and pounds,
seep out?
Does the blistering tear
I feel at the edge
glimmer?
Does the heavy warmth
that hold my heart tight
glow?
If it was anyone but me
peering into my reflection
what would they read?
they would read the love and beauty of God...
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