Transcendental Sonnet #1467:
In the Funhouse Mirror

An uncertain nagging agitation
Or in a certain inflammation of the mind
Huntedness hauntedness infestation
Of thoughts hoped forgotten but never lost I find
Myself in the funhouse mirror again

No fun by myself in a house of pain
Without walls but instead what inside of my head
Is reflected by refraction to distraction

With fear the reaction but where love is the action
Of being seeing you remember me as I must be
Outside of my head there freeing me to see instead
What I really look like when my familiar face
Full of scars of fear by love is full then of grace

Seeing what love can do being reflected in you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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