You crept into my being
Unaware of the mirrors I would find Reflecting back the unmistakable The raw and unsettling truth Only my eyes could Hope to see While never irreparably broken We had wandered as Deceptive mosaics Wholesome and holy But never completely whole For even with all the pieces Precise and miraculously intact It would take a flood of Your unwavering light Now coursing inside my being To finally see the whole That had been and Always would Be me
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