December 9, 2010
By Anonymous

Once upon a lifetime ago,
My mother delicately
took my face in her hands.
Looking into my eyes,
Her eyes said
I was beautiful and loved.
Once upon a lifetime ago,
I believed her.
And established firm in my soul
was a faith so enormous
the mountains shrank
back in fear.
Once upon a lifetime ago, the ruiner began to win.
My mother became a liar.
All beauty vanished.
All love was lost.
And the mountains heckled my faith.
I began to suffocate.
Once upon this lifetime, the conqueror is winning.
I am realizing the truth.
And beauty blossoms.
love is found,
and my faith, like a champion,
fights the mountains back to their place.
And I can breathe.

The author's comments:
I had super high self-esteem growing up. However, upon reaching my teen years I started suffering with depression. Through God though, I am coming out of it.

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