Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

17. Glass of Faith

What fascinates me is the mirror, it gives life to my reflection.

The mirror shows me the things I don't want to see.

My reflection talks to me, saying the things I want to forget.

But wait this mirror is the Glass of Faith.

I'm in black but she is in white.

Our faces match but expressions clash.

I have a smile on my face but she has one teardrop in her eye.

I have a pink tinge blush, she has a red palm print.

She tells me about the day I was late.

I'm telling her I'm still sorry but the print doesn't fade.

Her teardrop falls in my palm, it turns into a silver broken cross.

I look up she is smiling, her cheeks are pink and she says "The Lord is nothing but a Father. His touch Tangible but his love, trust, care - Intangible, he wouldn't say but it hurts if you hurt especially if he hurts. He gives his arm, his palm moves from your cheeks to your head, he blesses."

Hearing that the tables turn, I'm in tears now but I'm happy.

My reflection turns around she is walking.

My arm reaches out without me realizing it.

I don't want her to leave, I don't want to be incomplete.

I see now, she shows my scar on my back, it's bleeding the white becomes red and I remember.

The sound of rain, the noise of breaking trust, the silence of tears, the echo of my voice, and my voice saying "I love you but don't do this."

I can't bear it, I never said it but that moment changed me, the memory of it rips me apart from inside.

I turn my back to her, I didn't realize her hair is open mine is tied in a bun.

Sometimes I too feel but I don't say it, don't show it.

I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me around.

I thought my reflection came to me, but it was a friend who held my hand played with my fingers, he wiped my tears stole my story.

He promised to change me again pulled me closer to the Glass of Faith, this time I saw faith.

She was in my favorite shade, she wore a brown rosary.

He told me to stop waiting for life to come to me rather than just go for it.

He tied a cross around my neck, I felt infinite.

He called it the trust restored.

He didn't leave my hand even when we didn't say anything.

He opened my hair and let me go.

He didn't look me in the eye but I had a smile.

It was his voice all the time, I didn't know.

What's this Glass of Faith, I guess I understand now.

I have scars that people left, when they left that changed me.

I realized today I don't need to.

Those who left were not worth me. Those who walk in now erase the scars but want nothing.