Echo (a poem)
Your biggest lie was in trying to convince me that I had to do something in order to be like Him, when all I had to do was contemplate, consider, study myself.
As I see me when I look into a mirror, He sees 'He' when He looks at me.
When the surface is cleared and light comes, I reflect all that He is.
I am His visible impression, produced by His Light,
No wonder you're so scared.
No wonder you try so hard to weigh me down,
going out of your way to occupy and enslave me with lies fashioned as insecurities,
all because you know better than any one else who I really am: His echo.
As I see me when I look into a mirror, He sees 'He' when He looks at me.
When the surface is cleared and light comes, I reflect all that He is.
I am His visible impression, produced by His Light,
No wonder you're so scared.
No wonder you try so hard to weigh me down,
going out of your way to occupy and enslave me with lies fashioned as insecurities,
all because you know better than any one else who I really am: His echo.
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