His Mirror

Since I am a Freshman in college, I thought it would be fun to throwback to my freshmen year of High School. I wrote this for a school writing contest. I might or might not have won first place. ~ENJOY~

Other girls flirting through show and tell pomp,

Riding the fast track when all signs read slow.

Tying knots,

Instead of bows,

Expecting no others to survive.

Rolling their eyes at the compliments,

-Expectantly dropped coins-

In their little piggy banks.

Here I was,

Causing no wide-eyed double-takes.

No tragic legend: “Trail of Tears,”

Strewn about with bloody hearts.

Peering behind a clouded vision,

To what my reflection had become.

Unrecognized by no one,

Not even myself.

In my dreaded hour of despair,

Tender arms enclosed around me tight.

He cupped his hands around my chin,

Tilting me towards the mirror He held.

I discovered a light illuminating my features,

A priceless beauty became the whisperings in my head.

The sun with all its magnificence,

Fit snugly into the palm of my hand.

The years came knocking,

Waving goodbye in time.

Through friend or foe, trial and error,

I never used my own mirror.

Clutched in both hands, with all my life and soul,

Was the mirror He gave me.

Throughout the battle field of life,

I’ll never let go.

In a place after life,

Amidst an endless line of people,

All waiting for our actions to call us home,

I was reunited with those other girls.

Upon their waited turn,

They averted their gazes,

Fumbling with their fingers to untie the hard-driven knots,

That had been carefully tied.

Gaping into their little piggy banks,

To find themselves hopelessly broke.

The worldly beauty pointed and laughed,

Shedding the masks that covered those girls,

Each taking a closer look at the small-fine print,

Leaving them no promises kept.

They each took a turn gazing into His mirror.

With brimming tears and fear in their hearts,

They each saw a girl beaming back.

But, they sank to their knees,

For looking into the mirror,

They didn’t see themselves as they were,

Only what they were meant to become.

I calmly realize that it is my turn.

I stare deeply into the mirror I had clutched,

For I had seen a girl I recognized.

I saw myself as I was,

Smiling right back.