I looked into the mirror today, and didn’t quit notice the person looking back at me. I took a step back before looking again, but still found myself a bit puzzled.
I’ve been through a lot, and a lot has been through me. I’ve survived what most people might not have.
The fondest memory I have is stepping out and seeing daylight for the first time in a long time. The way it pierced my eyes, and somehow found its way back into my soul.
That car ride must have seemed all to short because I could never get enough of the world as my eyes were seeing it. The people walking by, the buses as they passed, the look and sound of airplanes flying high in the sky. Listening to voices as though I had never heard them before.
I spent so much of my life sitting silent and suffocating in darkness. Living my life in fear afraid to think or even speak. I cared about what people thought of me and living a life of solitude at the same time.
I was tormented and haunted by my thoughts of doubt, fear, shame, and guilt of trying to me.
Yet at the end of the day I never gave up hope. I clung to anything that would hold me. I held on tight with all of my might and never let go.
There were times when threats filled the air around me. Times when even my own shadow appeared to be too close. Times when darkness tormented me one word, one thought, and one vision at a time.
I looked into the mirror today, and didn’t quit notice the person looking back at me. I took a step back before looking again, but still found myself a bit puzzled. I gazed outside at world as light gazed back at me.
I put a smile on my face thankful that I was saved by GRACE.