The pain of my childhood still hurts me. Feeling alone, unwanted, unlovable. Knowing other's joy of me came from my service to them. Desperately wanting, needing to be loved for myself and not for what I could do. Now, the unworthiness follows, lurks in the darkness. Waiting to grab me in a moment of weakness. And yet, I live in HOPE! I can escape those demons, but it is an every day job of Resting in God, and knowing LOVE.
I am but a grain of sand Trying to be the beach I am but a falling leaf Trying to be the season I am but a blade of grass Trying to be a meadow I am but a drop of water Trying to be the ocean I am but a bird Trying to be the wind I am but a cloud Trying to be the sky I am but a rock Trying to be a mountain I am but a human being Trying to be worthy of heaven
She suffered the situation. Sleepless nights Empty wallet Unfinished food Undone homeworks Confused mind Broken friendship Unworthy decisions Physical tiredness Disturbed emotions She thought of it all. Asked herself how the hell did this happen? How did I let this happen? Of all the things It is all unworthy It all happened It will never be back Pushing the thoughts away Changing herself day by day Always telling herself It is all unworthy Thus, allowing herself to hate Hate of doing those Hate of believing those Nonetheless, it all boils done to one *It is all unworthy