Taleé

All she wanted was to be someone she can love, someone she can accept.

But when she looked at her life to see what it was, 

all she saw was what it’s not. 

She looked to see what she had achieved, but all that was in front of her 

was what she'd not.

And when she thought upon the place where He is, 

a shrewd voice told her, 

“That’s where you’re not.”

She looked in the mirror and feelings of disapproval and rejection 

slapped her gaze away from the very sight she once saw as 

radiant and complete.

Disquieting was this voice she did not know, 

but she listened anyway.

“Don't forget these things: what would've... could've... 

what should have been...”

“Am I a man,” 

she heard in a whisper more powerful than the screams,

“that I would leave you to

check out other options, or want something 

bigger and better, 

something newer and greater? 

I see you, 

and I'm keeping you. 

I know your end from your beginning.

Do stay, My fair one; 

remain in My 

Love.”

“Someday,” 

she said to herself, 
“I will see clearly,

beyond the dust

of this familiar mirror,

and see myself for the first time 

again.”