In the shattered mirror of memory,

Echoes of identity are lost at sea.

A birth of a newborn soul.

A heart caged longing to be free.

A stranger’s face I see in the mirror,

A disguise to cover my broken heart.

A clown ready for the show to begin.

A performance ready to start.

A kind of faith with whispers of love.

The gentle voice of God I long to hear,

It’s masked behind doctrine and rules.

Creating an image that I fear.

Locked inside a prison of shame,

I break the chains and set myself free.

Labels fall like pouring rain,

masks become as clear as can be.

This is the longing my heart’s dream.

A teeter toter of doctrine and love,

Which one rules this never-ending scheme.

Kelly