by Anna Ortlieb

Created on: December 25, 2008

People told me,

I was this, and this was me,

because they had been told,

that's how things were to be.

So I believed, I was a ugly duckling,

alone in a world of pain, and so sad.

Worthless small in the darkness,

not lovable by even mom or dad.

Demons and despair,

lived in hell and that was what I knew

I was trapped in a darkness,

where only nightmares came true.

Suddenly a ripple,

someone was out there in the night.

Frightened I reached out in the dark,

and I stood facing my forgotten lover of light.

Held up to me was a mirror,

In the mirror I saw my real face.

Behold, I was not a duckling,

I was truth, and everything of grace.

All the colors of the rainbow,

the lonely child's cry.

The wastness of the Universe,

a butterfly against a blue sky.

I saw the possibilities,

of all I was, and could be.

An end to this game of illusion,

and freedom for me

I shed the dark, and rise shining,

like a river of Light.

Now I am holding up a mirror,

for the other children of the night.

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