2 years ago I was reflecting on an anniversary in my story. Today I find that the girl I spoke about has merged with me, the woman. The one who has accepted that her father will never be what she wants him the be. The one who has shed her identity in a religious system for an identity in Christ. The one who was ruled by fear, now learning to walk boldly.
It’s nice to look back and realize just how much hard work I have done. :)
Looking in my mirror I see her.
Can she see me?
Who is this girl looking at me?
Why can’t I reach her?
What happened to her?
When did she grow up?
Where has she been?
This girl. She was lost.
Now she is found.
Happiness at last.