Her throat tightens, refusing her to breathe .

Under pressure of identity conformation she instills her own creation;

Her own creation of who she is, and what she will not be .

How can she let go of what she thought valuable, when all she wants is to fight for it .

Internal battles of despair and doubt..she stumbled .

Stumbled upon the answer to the question she's been long awaiting her back turned from against the wall and she faced it ...

She had the power, she had the control, she had the wisdom, she grows .

She stepped backwards, still facing the wall .

Her heart quickens at the thought of what she might step into: puddles of faith, holes of joy and unbroken happiness she dug for, clouds of comfort ..

She stumbled .

Before taking that step she must face what's on that wall .

A mirror; A reflection of who she is and what she embraces; A reflection of her worth and how she shines; A reflection of her eager soul that cries; A reflection of..her.

The answer lied within her .

She spoke to the mirror and received no reply, and then it hit her: Make one with the Most High

For He is in every bone, every molecule, every blood vessel that runs through her veins. He knocks at the doors of her heart and she opened it with a crack, releasing a beam of light . She knows and she believes ... she opens the door wide.

She smiles and the heavens rejoiced for His child made it back home. Her throat loosens, and she begins to breathe..

Each day she continues to take a step backwards with growing faith and trust .

Each day she is reminded that she..is loved.