by
Ruth Bramham
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Can I really stand that tall?
Can you tell me to my face
If I can ever find my rightful place?
Man or woman, boy or girl,
Mirror, mirror so help me unfurl
The vision of my future life
Without the trouble without the strife.
Oh what is it with the human race
That they would deny me my proper place.
Gone are family, job and best friend,
Is this what is meant by the bitter end?
Dear God, please hear this still small voice,
I pray that all would know its not a choice.
I walk this road that I have taken
Knowing that by Jesus I'm not forsaken.
No, beyond the mirror for all to see
Is the person I was meant to be.
Now others sense as they look at me,
Quiet assurance, peace, and serenity.
