Stumbling through the mirrored maze of anguish
Forced to face my reflections with each twisting turn
I plead for relief … for blindness from the truth.
But truth, unavoidable, awaits at each bend.
Responsibility, the Ogygian ogre of maturity,
Impels recognition of self.

With trepidation I look upon the visage in the mirror
Disgusted by the bitter beast I see raging rampant.
The prayer-like incantation of exorcism begins:
My lifeline is cast -- God, do not forsake me now!
I search within for the spark of hope,
For the light of forgiveness.

The tiny mustard seed, hiding under layers
Of self-imposed doubt and confusion, begins germination.
Love provides the fertilization as the faith of the ages
Surges to full-fledged life. It sends currents
Of healing energy until the face in the mirror
Reflects someone I can countenance.

The darkness, the bitterness are gone.
The path through the maze has been lighted
By my unrelenting push towards redemption.
There is joy again, to replace the anguish.
With lightness of spirit and step
I approach this new passageway, unafraid.