Like my mirror,
who sees me
stripped of all the things
that I hide behind.
My eyes bare of the make up
that makes others see
me differently.

Like my mirror,
who sees my towel fall
as I get ready every morning.
My hair down my back
as I brush it wishing it was longer.

Like my mirror,
who sees me smile when you call
and cry when you tell me to
leave everything in the past.

Like my mirror,
who sees me sitting on my bed,
writing in the journal that
says your name
over and over again.

Like my mirror,
who sees my tired eyes
as I turn my light off at 3 a.m.
and cover myself with the blanket
you gave me.

Like my mirror,
who sees me laying there
thanking God
for the people who
love me back.
My hands folded together
asking Him to
give me the strength
to love who I see staring back at me.
To see my reflection,

Like my mirror.

I say I'm okay,
but does that mean it's okay
for me to lie about it?
I tell my friends it's okay
that they don't understand
why I love you.
I'm suddenly okay
when you ask me
for my body to meet
with yours one last time.
When you tell me you don't want to
talk about it when I try to stand up
for what I know deserve.
When you tell me it is my choice
to trust you, I wonder if it
has been a mistake to trust you
for all this time. So, all I can say is,
okay.

Callie was a dishwasher who wrote
beautiful songs , she was sowed in
good earth but never watered , a bad tooth , a hard smile
and a ****** up father , a grinding job ,
unable to truly foster , a miraculous musical
mind but everyone wants the next Lady Gaga ,
big breast , 'the perfect ***' , hollow music
with the same beat , someone acting 'street',
someone with Hollywood teeth that'll drop
their pants in a second for all to see , someone that
wants to save the whales above everything else taking
pre-planned questions on Good Morning America ,
a hired hand for the Corporate Gestapo , a Barbie doll
with a low IQ , a jaded view , a politically correct jewel
devoid of true , independent view
There's a Callie waiting to touch our soul if we could -
close our eyes and let the music assume control* ...

A deluge rendering fuel unpalatable , depressions carved in stone that trap much needed rainwater on the mountaintop . Men deploy natures gift of mimicry indeed ! Disguised as wolves amongst brethren , a dwindling pasture filled with sheep . Beholden to Shepard , encircled by a code of conduct , contained , commanded ...Inquisitive livestock possessed with the other side of the fence ! Dependent upon their leaders during the short , cold days of Winter , seeking liberty from self described oppression in the latter days of Spring . Gather shoulder to shoulder at Natures urn ! Continually imbibe despite their thirst having been quenched .. Intent to cull the mountainside of every blade of grass before weighing heavy against their boundaries , seeking new pasture ! Relentless yet defenseless , capricious , forbade of reason !

I would make an attempt at reaching Hell one morning , I shall return with an omen or some type of sign . Search for the infamous Lake of Fire , the Prince of Darkness himself or demons flying about ! The Sulphuric Abyss of Christian fable , Kingdom of Hades as told by the ancients ! A gold piece placed in mouth to pay the oarsman , skipped across the River Styx without fear of retribution ! I dare any demon to replicate the horror of Vietnam or Afghanistan , Iwo Jima , Gettysburg or **** of Nanking ! Walk in the shoes of the Veteran that witnessed Omaha , Utah and Normandy Beach ! The Underworld is not for physical torment nor payment for Earthly sin ! Hell is the black hole of space , swallowing souls , returned to mans past , reliving the atrocity of war forever and a day !

Art is a child slinging paint off a brush on canvas ! Happy faces colored with chalk on the driveway ! Water color sunflowers on a bedroom wall , hearts and flowers wrote with an innocent finger in dust on a car hood ! Playing with their food , thinking about tomorrow , borrowing Dads pocket knife , carving first relationships into a Sweetgum Tree ! Get well cards written with crayons ! A sunny scene drawn by a precious little dreamer on a frosted window !