drifted off into the night
through fog and clouds
til out of sight,
Then, full speed, I raced at last.
Saw there a mirror
reflecting my past;
I gasped and turned to quickly flee
tiny voices beckoned me.
Thou fear possessed me, I looked in
and what a shock to
swirls of color, too brilliant to view;
sins, my triumphs were held in each hue.
And, oh how beautifully they fell...
each color a place
with a story to tell.
Kindness and love covered shame and disgrace
til all that remained
was a very slight trace...
Just enough hint so I'd dare not repeat.
But each color was needed to make me complete.