I See You

I see you,
Yes, you, not the façade
not the charade
the materialistic disguise
you try so hard to show.

No, I see you!
The bruised, the battered, the beaten.
The you that exist inside the lie you tell
from this mirrored glass.
I see you!

The you that once fell
no longer trying to get back up
no longer wanting to stand
for you fought your 12 rounds
and was measured for 13
but then fell short.  
I see you!

Now, see me!
the inherited meek,
the emancipated truth,
veracity unbound and free
finally prepared for realization.

Now, see me!
the healed,
the mended,
the survivor.

The me that can rise
for 13 is not the last round
its round 1 of the next fight
and like all fights before
I will find victory

Let them see us!
The reflection and reality
the charade and veracity
the epiphany shown in mirrored realization.


Let them see us!
The bruised that was healed,
the battered that was mended,
the beaten that survived.

The us that rose to our potential
undeterred in our determination
trained through our experience
resolved as one champion.

Let them see me.
the scarred truth that is me
not defined by my past
but the author of my today
and master of my tomorrow.

Joey Jones