She gave you to me,
a mirror
A way to see Her, myself,
in you
A challenge to love
my self-loathing
For presented in you
it is pure
innocent
TRYING
To remind my fire
to diffuse and purify
rather than consume
From time to time
I get too close
flames grow too hot
too tall
too angry
And you mirror
to show me who I really am:
a lonely little girl seeking her Mother
needing Her peace
calm reassurance
But also
to show me
who I could be
Will my fire ever know
your peace like a river?
“Yes,” She whispers
“For I gave her to you.”