I sat in my room and stared at the reflection in front of me.
I shut out the world.
I often thought, “What is so special..?”
I was sitting too close to the mirror to see what God did.
Everyone has a similar story, but our paths are what made us all so unique.
For the longest, I pretended I was okay, that I was immune.
I tried to heal myself and uplift everyone around me.
I held pain and pretended it didn’t weigh me down.
The strength that I carried wasn’t enough to hold it all. I needed more.
It wasn’t until death introduced itself to my family that I felt life had seasons.
I had faith, but not enough.
I had happiness, but not enough.
I understood the meaning of word unconditional the day I witnessed someone I love still thank God after watching their mother die.
Unconditional love. Unconditional praise. Unconditional strength.
I decided to live life not to satisfy a single soul, but to give myself the gift of eternity.
I too, am a woman; created from the rib of man.
From every inch of my body, I am worth it.
I have peace that surpasses understanding.
Don’t understand just who I am, but who’s I am.
I was called to eternal glory from the miry clay.
It was God that held my hand through darkness and gave me his light.
I am a phenomenal woman, worth it.
The reflection in the mirror is clear. I see myself.
As I sit in front of the mirror, I try to put into words what I now see.
I am a woman, phenomenally and wondrously created.