As I look, and gaz into the mirror of me,
I pause,
and see me.
My external reflection,
reflects,
seeing my external self.
Yet don’t merry with my inner self,
not the way I see and feel inside.
Yet I see me,
leads me to believe I have an outer me,
and inner me.
Opposite collide,
they collide within.
The Battle,
it and me.
It, is that the real me,
or the old me?
the old me,
verse the real me.
In the mirror,
I see the physical me,
yet yearining to be the inner me.
Battling,
soul vs inner self,
What one wins only God knows.
As I look into the mirror the old me fades away daily,
as I decide to be the inner me from God.
My better self,
best self,
and fight for freedom.
Freedom from it, whatever it is?
It had me too long,
but God’s got me.
As I rise,
I see hope.
I decided to be free,
I decide to live.
Still battling,
and falling.
But I know God will help me.
So I live,
look to God.
I don’t jump ship,
Instead I hold on and be strong.
God will save me,
my spirits will.
My spirits is strong,
so am I.
Enduring it,
hardship like a solider,
you can too,
glory be to God.
Chrissie's Poems 2021 