Cracked Mirror

Who am I, this cracked mirror I see,
My face, the forming lines collect and disconnect,
What am I, this voice from my flesh,
My spirit, the energy pulses and shutters,
I do not want to be what and
Who I have become through years,
Those years of my life that have passed,
How I try, how I work to follow
These footsteps of a lone man of strength,
That man of love, man of humility,
My afflictions I cannot split and shed,
I love, cry, and wish to fly far away,
Lord, comfort me as I must survive
Through these tribulations, I must
Crawl with the weight, Please help me
With your healing hands.

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