{house of mirrors/man in the mirror}

'she says, 'i want to be thin more than i want to live'
and i just want to wrap my arms around her bones and hold them together so she stops coming apart. 
i want to kiss every bruise and tattoo her with kindness. 
i want to reach into the past and rip out all of the people who have ruined her.
i just want to hold her so tightly she remembers how to feel. 
i want to bring her out of the cold and have her relearn warmth in the palms of my hands as if i was a nest and she was a baby bird. 
but i am staring at a mirror and the glass will not let me get to her.
r.i.d.

so i break the glass.

i break the glass and reach my arms in through the shards to grasp her icy hands in both of mine, and I pull her into the light.

i forget about treating her as a younger self which i was responsible for, but instead see her for who she is, and decide to choose to love her

choose to forgive her

choose to bring her daily before the throne of Christ for hope and strength and renewed patience

choose to count her blessings instead of her bruises

choose to see how far she's come and forgive the ones who have wounded her

choose to warm her and calm her and educate her and soothe her

choose to heal her

it is very boring at first.

there is no dramatic moment of confrontation

no sudden break through tears which scream of breakdown-fears

only this:

the glass shatters silently

she steps out

and she

begins

to live