She refused to have a look at the mirror,
Thought the real she would cause her terror,
Staying a way of such reality,
But she would be destroyed by such a mentality.
Although the vast majority urged her to have a look,
She seems to still be having an old shock,
One friend suggested writing on a paper,
But; what should be written on it later.
She had something inside, that must be shown to light,
Or she will stay living in that everlasting night,
Just give it a try and seek to write,
Cause that will move you to face the right.
Hesitating at the beginning, but still, hope,
To just dress that dusty sheet its ink robe,
That remedy is used to be all over the globe,
And many have created a way of that road.
After a while, she got a pen and placed it on,
That rough dust on paper that had just gone,
Suddenly she saw a face, yes “it’s me” she cried,
It was a surprise to just see herself right.
How releasing that feeling was,
To come back to herself after that long pause,
That was the real mirror she always delayed,
To take a step forward and finally, she got paid.
For such a release in her emotion,
That led her and others to a great promotion,
Then she tried hard to spread the news and how it is pretty,
Like the Samaritan woman who went her way into the city,
Feeling joyous and refreshed of releasing the dark side inside,
and willing to bring the news of Christ to everyone around.
A friend became the paper to her,
From dark one into a marvelous mirror.
By Bemen Farag
May 2020
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