My mirror

Tells me the events of my life written across my face

Sometimes, I’ve looked at it & fallen victim to the lies I’ve allowed it to tell

Each line, freckle and scar that reflect a blemish resemble demons

I’m not worthy, I’m ugly, I’m stupid, I deserve to be punished, I’m a bad person

I need to resist & overcome but…

Sometimes, the bad stuff is easier to believe when heard over & over again

Playing like a broken record, skipping endlessly

Alone, I rewrite my truth

I’m the creator of this day and everyday that follows

I am fighting back

I own this mirror and what I allow it to say to me

I am no longer victim to horrible scaring events or evil intended words spoken

I am victorious and the sole hero of myself

God doesn’t create junk

I have worth & a grand purpose

I need no rescues

I have slain many demons

This mirror is by far my hardest

I declare this & so it is written

I have awoken!