there are days,

and this is one,

where I look at the enormity

of the worlds pain,

and can only respond with rage

at the injustice of it all,

but then I have to own my part,

for I have not acted as I should,

not made the small differences I could make,

I have been selfish,

turned away,

chosen not to see

even what is close to me,

right under my nose….

so who am I to rage, or weep

my reflections are through the shattered glass

of a murky mirror,

often I don’t even see myself clearly

so how can I see more?

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I can only turn

to re-turn to my source,

receive the word

that I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

pick myself up,

and walk in the light again!