I see the mess with no place to hide.
How can I flee from these imperfect places?
I unlock the door to showcase my vibrant colors,
joy and laughter free to run wild,
permeating through the hearts of others.
And yet, the door of darkness remains deadbolted,
off limits to any potential exposure.
Joy-filled and full of passion,
yet insecure, broken, and afraid.
I wrestle with the two co-existing,
frantically struggling to suppress the darker shades.
I look down and see my reflection,
fixated on the cracks of the frozen-over lake.
Go away, you are not welcome here,
but the crevices remain.
Frustrated and ashamed, I finally pause;
Am I ready to stop resisting?
Perfectionism, your reign has ended.
I now welcome the fragmented pieces you’ve tried to bury my entire life.
The darkness I once tried to flee from,
now brings contrast to the light.
The voices begin to settle like the hush of the trees.
I listen and hear His voice
and begin to trust that I am beautiful
amidst my brokenness.