Reborn

Enslaved by my struggle for freedom,
held hostage by years of neglect.
Numbed by my acts of self-treason,
pitiful, wounded, and wrecked.

Paralyzed in my psychosis,
void of both reason and Love.
At the height of my female moroseness,
unsure of all things up above.

Faced with the truth that I'm dying,
riddled with anger and fear,
I finally faced the illusion
that bounced back from every mirror.

I saw only Love and true kindness.
I held the small girl that was there.
I saw I'd been living in blindness,
more hurt than one child could bear.

Suddenly, nothing to covet.
I know there's no thing such as hell.
I know I am perfectly nothing,
yet still I am God, just as well.