Arisen

Head over heals
I should conceal it
Solomon's Achilles
I saw a mirror
Reflected back my blind spots
Detected all my motives that I had shouldered
Under premises probably destined for corrosion
It left me so cold
So much further from five below
So much burden I wasn't shown
But now I see
Less of a statement,  more of plea
Let me live as I was truly made to be
Fixed upon perfection
Yet broken to my own defenses
Agape
A word to pick me up
A word to say my search is done