I see my reflection and I don't like what I see; because what I see is defeat and that defeated one is me. I see my frail self, cracked and broken, with a million reasons why I failed and not one why I could thrive or "make it". The man in the mirror is me; I don't like what I see.

I didn't get out of school, or maybe I'm an orphan. My parents left me when I was just a toddler or abused and talked me down just for fun. Maybe I made it out of school but with a poor result. All chances of success elude me. The man in the mirror is a failure and that failure is me.

Don't tell me to pick myself up, you don't know where I've been or what I've been. True. You don't have a clue what I've been through. Don't judge me because I with drew from all the awesome conversations about the future pictures of ourselves we drew. That was fantasy. This is reality. I'm less than mediocre; I'm slow I'm a retard...not as smart as the rest. So please let me rest on this bed I've made of my shame. The mirror on the wall says it all: I am a failure left in the gutters never to stand tall. Lame is my middle name. I'm poor.

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And just by chance or happenstance, I glance in another mirror and an ember of hope is rekindled, glowing from a distance . I fear this reflection because he looks like me but with far more glory. He seems to know my pain and as for my struggles, my reflection is found wearing them. And then, he seems just as weary from the long walks I've undergone but yet he is accomplished and my pathetic self pales in comparison with his awesomeness. Now I look like a shadow, I feel my skin to confirm that I am real and not an image. Yes, I can't place this but the man in the mirror...I fear him. Not because he is great, but because he is me!

He walks to me and shows me the truth. The fact that I didn't get out of school is so that people like me could. I suffered their pains so I could understand their bruise and provide comforting words not some lines from corny blues. My parents left me so I could feel for orphans; so when I become great I could relate and stretch out a helping hand. I look again at my self- my actual self- and break my poor mirror, its reflection is weak, because a mirror is meant to tell you the facts, but all it gave me was deceit.

I drag the seat closer to sit, for the sheer revelation of the truth has made me faint. I now see clearly the lies that false images paint. Now I know the truth and I definitely know fake. Because the seller lied to me that that mirror was authentic and I paid so much for it, not in coins and credit. My life has been spent looking at the wrong reflection because once I changed my perspective I saw in a new dimension. I am great not because I said so but because I have seen so. I have seen so many people look to the wrong picture and I cannot be so stupid to repeat their intro into lies.

I see my reflection and I don't just like what I see, because now I see how unlimited I can be. But I see two images merging into one, mine growing greater and transforming into the greatest image of all time: the image of the Son. I wonder the mirror you look into, check if its reflection says you are less or more. The one given by the Devil or the one brighter than the sun? Because my image is in the Bible it tells me I am great and there's no need to debate; that is the image I'm rooting for.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

2 Corinthians 3:18

But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.

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