Blurred Dreams

His Warm Answer

“His Warm Answer”

I see myself in the mirror,
Showing a smile at me,
As if nothing was wrong,
As if I was free.

My smile broke into a grin,
Flashing my glee,
As the reflection now says,
“Keep believing what you have to be.”

And slowly tears streaked down,
From nowhere they streamed;
Erasing the smile I once had,
The façade of what life seemed.

A sudden trance moved in like a blur,
Making me realize my regrets,
Putting my guard down,
Revealing my darkest secrets.

In desperation, I called Him
To tell me what I have to do,
So that this morose feeling would flee;
The feeling of solitude.

His warm embrace welcomed me
With arms that comforted my sorrow,
As I looked at Him with dreary eyes
Of losing hope for the morrow.

Yet He wiped my tears away,
Caressing my locks as He whispered,
“My child, do not fear;
Your prayers, I have heard…

…And have answered.”