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Fun House Mirror
My eyes lock in on my reflection, 
 only seeing the truth with leaps of progression. 
 However, my image is far from perfection; 
 but there’s no need to be perfect to find affection. 
 
 
 Dear heavenly father, I have a confession. 
 I have insecurities; I’m not cursed, but truly blessed with. 
 Condensed on my soul, not as burdens, but only lessons; giving answers to Life’s profound questions. 
 
 
 I’ll forever see my past struggles in a bundle never to be separated. 
 It’s a hurdle I have to jump, to run to my future if I can make it. 
 It’s a bullet I cannot dodge, so I take the hit. 
 I only capture the truth, removing the façade from my face to embrace the gift of life; given to me by God’s grace. 
 
 
 Will the other half of my reflection remain unknown? 
 The coward, his face has never shown. 
 Unfortunately your boy is nearly grown, so I don’t need you because for years I did this on my own. 
 I stand strong, but not alone. 
 
 
 Affected by my reflection I, a young man, who sought for some affection; but instead I found the insecurities of me. 
 Destined to become free I, a young man, sit under the tree; where my thoughts flourish and grow to heights I can only dream……..to see. 
 Now my dreams are becoming reality; 
 I’m walking towards my destiny. 
 Substance of irrelevance never matters. 
 I look again at myself, and pray that this mirror never shatters.

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