Pure → By Ryan Crowley
The mirror glares back at me
through the eyes
of the devil.
Fear, the opposite of love
the opposite of You.
So I show nothing but detestation to the mirror,
to myself during those dreaded moments.
But you wash my body
You are the shield, the weapon, the power that allows me to be free.
This fear, disgust, hatred, indescribable lust that only brings me pain
can be forgotten
gives me hope
and the guilt that brings anger that brings
You remind me of what You have given me.
This fear, this disgust that comes with
Can be forgotten