The Me That I Am

I met someone new;
An intriguing acquaintance, now mine.
A voice that rang bells. Eyes like ghosts.
And a door opened.

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Lips as red as the bleeding heart on her sleeve.
It didn't take long to notice,
She was a cocktail of emotion.
She moved through life like a bullet.

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A name settled on the tip of my tongue,
Unbeknownst to my mind.
Recognition, but no placement.
She remained a mystery.

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We struck up conversation
Like one strikes a match.
Words passed.
Time didn't.

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I knew her face so well,
Yet identity still escaped me.

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Something happened.
Movement caught my eye.
She adjusted her glasses, and there it was.
The quirk gave it away.

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Me.

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How could that be?
This reflection wore my face,
But not my flaws.
She was...more.

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There was passion in her presence.
I looked at her shoulders.
The usual weariness was gone.
I was breathless.

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I barely recognized her
Without the boulder on her chest.
Where was the inhibition
that lived behind her teeth?

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She loved like the first breath
And gave like the last.
She looked at hurdles with narrowed eyes
And jumped.

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She glided past rejection.
She broke.
She let go.
And then shared her heart anyway.

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She was green tea and ginger;
Adding warmth and spice to life.
She was a novel from 1945;
Old fashioned, with scribbled thoughts on every page.

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She was the desk in her room,
As shamelessly messy as her mind.
She was unshaken, creative,
Knowing, undefeated.

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She learned from the past,
Laughed in the present,
and faced the future with anticipation.
All three were friends to her.

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My soul wept at the sight of her.
Father, will I ever get there?
I asked.
I want to be who she is.

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I wanted the restfulness in her eyes.
I wanted the contagious joy in her posture.
I wanted to trust no matter what.
I wanted to step out on the sea and believe I could stand.

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Lord, when will I be her?

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The answer came,
Whispered.
Waves of tenderness
Crashed on the shore of my soul.

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You are.

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Just two words,
And all I could do was breathe.
My lips fell open.
My eyes fell closed.

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That answer was impossible,
Yet, somehow, believable.
The Creator said it.
It must be so.

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My heart and brain sped.
The previously new acquaintance vanished.
It was just me.
But not really.

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There was also Him. The voice's keeper.
Unshaken, creative,
Knowing, undefeated.
Him.

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And He was the reason
I found those two words so believable.
In His death I gained life.
In His brokenness I was made whole.

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The rest was history.
My existence defined in two words.
Made with a purpose, unstoppable,
Even by my own shortcomings.

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The inheritance of royalty
Given to a beggar on the street.
How great the Father's love for us!
How vast beyond all measure!

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That was the first day God introduced me
To myself.
And ever since I've been discovering
The me that I am.


(Photo Credit: Natalya Bartelt)