the mirror hurts this morning
cause yesterday’s shame
shadows
today’s face.
each freckle and wrinkle and hair
reminds me of the fault
i am.
the failure i wear.
but i woke up to a whited world.
yesterday’s shadows are gone,
hidden
beneath the heaven-sent.
could it be true for my heart?
could you send a cleansing
cover
to hide my dirt?
there is now no condemnation
you said,
remember?