I shed my skin
one layer at a time,
dry flakes falling
into teary puddles
on the barren floor.
My reflection
stares up at me,
and I don't recognize
the woman there.
Years have vanished
and child-like eyes
filled with wonder
wipe away mascara
as it slowly runs
down my cheek.
Somewhere in this
living vessel,
God speaks to me
of life and hope,
and somehow I know
that if I cry enough,
these tears
will carry me awa
to a better place.
Sometimes
in the midst of great pain,
there is God,
working to bring change
into a life that has
squandered precious moments.
I stare into the reflection,
and smile through my tears.
Filled with light and grace,
I know that God is with me.
He always has been
and He always will be...
even in my darkest hours.
