BREAKING THROUGH

Here I stand before fogged glass.
Reflections unknown, muddied, confused.
The lies of insignificance circle,
They are easy to fall into.
Easy to believe the thoughts of my jealous mind when clear sight has been precluded.
Its feels almost natural to be here again before my own fogged glass.
Darkness knows me well.
Significance, purpose, radiance, those are hard to choose,
Hard to believe over my life.
It takes effort,
It takes work to push through the confusion and fog that come so naturally,
It takes work to let the light in.

Darkness is easy to hold,
For no one sees me in the shadows.

Standing before fogged glass, the room is dark, loneliness high, spirits low.

But I choose the fight today, I choose to press in.
I punch through the glass,
Illusions falling to the ground,
Loneliness and doubt shattering below.
The punching takes risk, it takes pain to be sure.
For work is to be had here, I do not deny it.
It is painful to choose to stand up to the insignificance story in our mind.
Hands bloodied, bruised and broken,

Risk, pain and hurt chosen,
For the sake of healing, light and joy.

As the glass before me shatters, it creates space for light to flood in.
There is a beauty in the breaking.
My confession of the lies spill over,
The truth sets me free.

Hands open now, reaching towards the light,
Blood dripping down.
Pieces of glass dripping off the knuckles,
The bloodiest space of all.
For aren't our bones the deepest spaces we hold the lies?
They invade and dry us up,
Widdle us away until we ache deep into the core of each and every movement.

From here I break wide open and let the wounds come,
The space provides room for the healing.
Bones come alive,
Set free from bondage,
Broken open to be healed in love.

Slowly, I begin to pick up the broken pieces,
Now colored with my very juices pouring out.
Pick them up,
Create a mosaic,
Colored with suffering for the sake of compassion.

I can see clearly now.
The light rests upon me.
The mosaic forming with more depth of color, space, and size,
I hold it to the light.
The light bouncing, dancing through the broken pieces.

Majestic divinity occurs here.
Art created.
This story becoming masterpiece.
A healing piece of restoration for this world.

The broken pieces, broken reflections, fogged and muddied,
Now have become radiant, full of beauty.
For everything is being made beautiful again.

Today I chose risk,
Today I chose breakthrough,
Today the shattering became the beginning to the beauty.

Tomorrow might I choose life,
Life to the fullest,
Life in the honest.
A life not afraid of the breaking.

Here I stand now,
My reflection known.
I see the rainbow colors of light bouncing on me.
The light I never knew that was there.
That has been here all along.

I only needed the courage to risk the breakthrough
to become who I have always been.

Pain for clarity,
Wreckage for purpose,
Open hands to cup the light,
Hold it close and pour it over my life once again.
The breakthrough.