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A poem about identity, failure, and freedom.

The Room of Should

I often wander here - this room of mirrors

I often wander here - this room of mirrors Where each of many walls reflects a scene

I often wander here - this room of mirrors Where each of many walls reflects a scene Of who I am?

I often wander here - this room of mirrors Where each of many walls reflects a scene Of who I am? No, who I ought to be.

Each mirror is a demand I must fulfill

Each mirror is a demand I must fulfill Their expectations dominate my will

Each mirror is a demand I must fulfill Their expectations dominate my will I must, I ought to be

Each mirror is a demand I must fulfill Their expectations dominate my will I must, I ought to be perfect as these

A nagging fear of failure draws me here

A nagging fear of failure draws me here Before these many mirrors to stand ashamed

A nagging fear of failure draws me here Before these many mirrors to stand ashamed Exposed before each face

A nagging fear of failure draws me here Before these many mirrors to stand ashamed Exposed before each face as less than they.

I also meet the crafter of these mirrors;

I also meet the crafter of these mirrors; In each distorted image, he appears.

I also meet the crafter of these mirrors; In each distorted image, he appears. His crafty eyes

I also meet the crafter of these mirrors; In each distorted image, he appears. His crafty eyes behind their lifeless gaze

He fastens 'bracelets' tight to both my arms

He fastens 'bracelets' tight to both my arms And ties one to each wall, 'just as a guide',

He fastens 'bracelets' tight to both my arms And ties one to each wall, 'just as a guide', Till I am pulled by all

He fastens 'bracelets' tight to both my arms And ties one to each wall, 'just as a guide', Till I am pulled by all and torn inside.

I tried, I tried, gave everything I could

I tried, I tried, gave everything I could But never could be everything I should.

I tried, I tried, gave everything I could But never could be everything I should. Till in despair one day

I tried, I tried, gave everything I could But never could be everything I should. Till in despair one day I finally cried:

Oh maker of my mind, let me be free

Oh maker of my mind, let me be free and let the crafter of these mirrors flee!

Then - all my bracelets fell upon the floor

Then - all my bracelets fell upon the floor and I could see the Room of Should no more

Now all around the only thing I see

Now all around the only thing I see Is your dear face, oh maker -

Now all around the only thing I see Is your dear face, oh maker - Can it be?

Oh maker of my mind and arms and heart

Oh maker of my mind and arms and heart Let me no more be tied by twisted art

Or work to make myself what I should be.

Or work to make myself what I should be. But in your image, always, make me free.

Thank you for reading!

This poem is based on my own experience. I set myself really high standards in many areas of life. Each of those standards is like a false self I'm trying to imitate. But the truth is, I don't need to live up to my standards to have worth. My worth comes from the beauty God gives me, a beauty that reflects his own. Freedom comes from knowing who I am and who made me.

To clarify, the "Crafter" and "Maker" are two separate characters. The "Crafter" is a deceiver who lies to me that my worth is found in imitating false images. The "Maker" is God, who frees me from bondage to perfection and allows me to find freedom and worth in the way he has made me. If you didn't catch that distinction, you may want to reread the poem again. :)

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