The Cracked Mirror

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The Cracked Mirror

Her name was worthy.
She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”

Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity.

©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness

Dare To Be

9EB82C53-1846-44EB-9862-842A75580C02Dare to be who you are created to be not a sorry image of another.

A clone of someone you are programmed to think is better.

Ride on your own cloud, the best your maker has on offer. 

When the going is good and you just want to bluff, don’t forget all you achieved even when the going got tough. 

Count your blessings name them one by one so you will never fail to see what the LORD has done!

©Nov2017 DENyamekye