Kaleidoscope

Even though the shattered mirrors reflect a broken person scattered and young,

She reminds me of a kaleidoscope.

A beautiful enigma of this body she inhabits,

Where her faith gleams through the voids of each crack

And refracts rainbows in the oceans of her crystalline eyes.

Even though she's crying,

She stands tall and continues trying to climb the walls of her insecurities. 

With the splinters of doubt deeply embedded in her skin,

Her spirit guides her flesh through the galaxies of life's varying journeys.

She won't fall.

Because that faith so vivid that she holds

Is fueled by the call of a mighty God,

And she is determined to answer.

Despite her troubled heart and chains of burdens.

Despite the haunting questions of should she have or should she have not?

Despite the countless battles she's lost.

She knows God is her strength, her blessing, her fortress, her life,

And no matter the cost of her failures,

He will lead her into victory of the war.

I look into this mirror, and I see her staring back at me.

She's beautifully shattered.

Prismatic in all her faith she's emitting.

She's a kaleidoscope.

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