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I look around at the festive gathering and underneath the smile, I see the broken and bruised.
I breathe in the cool breeze and wonder how the atmosphere can change so quickly.
I gaze across the room and fight the tears welling up as I see her laugh to hide the pain.
She wears her smirk as a veil to cover the scars that run too deep.
She flitters past to appear all together, never lighting too long to allow searching eyes to peer in.
She waved goodbye before the stories could resurface and the truth could be revealed.
Yet, in the final farewell, I saw the unshed tears held at bay by the dam of poise and finesse.
I heard the longing in her slight tremble when she claimed she’d be alright.
I watched as her frame faded into the night and wondered what shadows would chase her past the midnight.
Oh, how I wished I could bring her back.
I yearned to call her name and beg her to stay.
I looked in the mirror to see a remnant of her image peeking through the lighted reflection.
If she only recognized His love is still there waiting for her surrender.
If she only perceived His grace is still hanging on right where she left Him.
If she only realized His mercy never walked away.
She could come to know all the healing that she needed are the very things she left behind.
PENNED – MG – 11/27/21