Reflection Poem by Amanda May Moore

this is my voice
my voice does
speak

at times it is loud
and at times it is
weak

but this voice I have
is all I was given

and this heart I have
surely will be forgiven

for I speak to express
but with these words
I add stress

for I walk with direction
but with these feet I
know not perfection

for I love You so much
but I cannot feel your touch
You hold me so softly

I'm not ready. aware
of all short-comings
and hesitations

because

in this life I see many
reflections of beauty
of tenderness

and I see me in my
own reflection. I'm still:
wading

in love, waiting to know
what it is made of...