The mirror has never been my friend.
The reflection has surely changed over the years, but i am forever and still faced with me.
A little broken, a little lost, a lot of sparkle and shine to distract the casual passerby. Talking in circles like a Mad Hatter, all to deflect any who sought to get too close.
But i know the truth.
i have run after Queen-of-Heart voices of approval, cheap substitutes for shalom.
i thought the answers were found in independence, as a fearless tumbler down the rabbit hole of ME. Only i found myself scratched by sharpened roots of my own criticisms, diatribes against my own visage.
Until He took me through the looking glass.
Bound, lashed, taken again and again by His insistent passion, i found myself not taken below but lifted high as i knelt.
In the reflection of His gaze, i see myself perhaps for the first time.
A maiden in Wonderland, i serve, bow, and embrace the submissive i have been all along.
Rule 39: Only through submission can i find my true self.
