You stupid piece of nothing
The voice repeats inside,
A shadow clinging closely
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Every mirror turns to daggers,
Every step feels out of place.
Why try when failure’s certain?
Why hope when you’re a waste?
But deeper than the venom,
Beyond the storm’s refrain,
There’s a voice that calls me softly,
Through the chaos and the pain.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made
My hands wove your heart with care.
In your darkest self-loathing chambers,
My Child, I am already there.
Before your thoughts could hurt you,
Before the shame took root,
I knew you and I loved you
You are more than what you do.
I argue with the whisper,
I drown it in my doubt.
But it waits, it doesn’t waver
Its mercy won’t burn out.
You’re not the sum of failures,
Nor the weight of what you lack.
You are My beloved creation,
On you I will not turn back.
The insults keep on coming,
But now they meet a shield
A truth that’s deep and holy,
A love that will not yield.
I am more than the echoing hatred,
More than the lies I believe.
I am known, and I am cherished,
In this truth, I’ll learn to breath.