I think the worst part is we

Can't even see

How truly beautiful we all are.

All we see

Is the ugly

All we see

Is the pain

All we see

Is the guilt.

It gets in the way of everything we really are.

Is that why

We treat the others so different sometimes?

We pick out their flaws

We pick out what's ugly,

Hanging it on a thread

Or framing it in their face

As a picture,

But all the while can't

Reverse the see through glass

And see that it is us

Standing in the mirror.

Everything we really are

We can let show,

All of the real true love

That hides underneath our debris

We can bring forth.

All we have to do is let go,

Let go of the pain

Let go of

Everything that we've been through,

Everything that has molded us into

Becoming the people we are.

We thought it made us stronger

But in reality, it made us weaker,

And caused us to grow less to love.

How do we expect to show our children

What love really is

If we are living a false form of it.

Maybe that is why they, we, them

Accept love from wherever

It is given.

It's time to get past our suffering.

Forgiveness...

Forgive what has harmed you

Forgive what has broken you.

We can end the pattern

We can make ourselves over

And birth a new love.

Let's look to God

Together, with Him

We can become something new.