Eyes closed,
I visualize a muddied canvas.
An image I hesitate to recognize as myself
Peers into a mirror,
Horrified at the malevolent apparition reflected.
A disquieting consciousness of her inability
To expunge the source is clearly evident in her eyes.
The Artist smiles,
Then bathes the canvas
In a soothing, pastel wash.
Gentle strokes flow with ease,
As the very canvas emits light.
An image I long to recognize as myself
Peers into a mirror,
And sees the face of Jesus.
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