I halt around each corner.
Fear grips me as I tiptoe my way to discovery.
What will I find?
Better yet, who?
With each step I try to gain
I know what’s coming: the mirror.
Who will it be this time?
The perfectionist, perhaps?
The strong one?
Not this time;
the masks have been discarded.
Instead, I find myself as a child
being held in the arms of Time Itself,
being carried by the only True Love that exists,
being reminded of the beauty created within me.
I weep staring at the image I thought was lost.
I reach desiring to grab hold of my dreams.
I want to remember this image forever
because I can see I have always been His.
He is my journey.
He is my discovery around every corner
of every trial
of every chapter
of my life.
Beyond the masks eternally lies this image:
Fearlessness in the arms of God,
Who shapes every inch,
Who mends each broken piece,
Whose love exposes truth
My hope runs with His blood.
My heart beats with each new song of creation.
My soul weeps with the broken
for I am a part of Him:
“His image, my discovery.”
.My name is Lauren Heiligenthal, and I’m from the United States. I’ve always enjoyed poetry and am encouraged by your blog’s promotion of any and all poets. Poetry has always been a way to work through my thoughts and emotions, and I’ve discovered more about myself through it. The poem I’m submitting to you is one that demonstrates these aspects of my poetry writing. Hope you enjoy it and are encouraged as well.