Behind the looking glass
By Glenda L Hand on August 30th 2008, the wee hours.
Behind the looking glass
is who I really am
or at least I hope so.
For I don't know who this woman in the glass is.
How did I get so old to have
grandchildren
in the fourth grade
and when did youth leave
and why didn't I notice as it slipped away.
Did it slip away or did I just squander it
for moments with men
who never really cared
or got me anyway.
And why is it at 50
that I feel the first part of freedom
and realize that freedom
is just embracing who I am
and what I believe
without excuses
or trying to convince someone else
that I have some monopoly on truth.
When I no longer
believe there is a
truth
other than God
and that the truth about God
has been lost to the doctrines of man.
The more I search behind the looking glass
for me
the more me I find
and looking in the glass
brings ME
into focus.
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