Through the Looking Glass

if the looking glass,
I look through-
is painted with fears,
clouded with misgivings-
stained with my tears.
if I look through,
the looking glass-
who do I see,
do I cringe and hide-
curl up inside,
the cracks of it-
seep into my scars.
a voice says,
step through the-
looking glass,
into your soul-
the beauty that embraces you,
the truth your heart holds-
see the weightlessness,
of your lighted being-
float through the breath,
of light and love,
it finds your loveliness-
breaking through,
your visions of wretchedness-
you were molded by patterns,
that break and crack-
at your reflection,
but through the eyes-
of your soul,
you will find-
your resurrection,
death to life-
your being so bright,
you are more than-
the lies that steals,
your life from you.
what you truly see,
in the looking glass,
is the light of-
a shining star,
piercing the dark-
of your pain,
bringing you back-
to your beautiful soul again.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©