Edwin, girl

Awakening to the face of yourself 

we brush at the door of our meeting 

you shiver at the emerging prospect 

the claims of truth indwelling 

of something found while fleeing 

a treasure of frights rushing toward the light

Death to suicidal illusions

 you've been stabbed enough  

Your room's been aired 

the drapes pulled for the light 

go to your mirrored boudoir 

enter and peer upon yourself 

snap the image while 

crying hold the yes and weep for joy  

Accept your state with gratitude 

know love encoding you 

from knees bruised while doubting 

look up; catch grace dripping from the cross

God has eyes bright open 

reflecting back yourself 

stand then before his mirror 

naked, grateful for the gift 

the feminine smothered within you 

then kiss her; you'll kiss yourself