written at a time I believed i wasn’t enough — but life keeps going on. i look back and smile, looking back at the pain i went through at this time. i’m so glad i made it through.
i don’t think I can do this
my heart is heavy and my hands are tired from lifting the weight of prevailing sadness of this time
how do i escape the trap of my own conscience repeatedly reminding me that i’ll never be enough?
how do i calm the calamity within my mind that has swept away every achievement i’ve earned; replacing it with the scattered debris of all my past mistakes and failures?
these are the questions i ask myself when my world gives way and when i can’t seem to find peace with shortcomings that have scarred my confidence and esteem in such times like this.
but my heart clings on to the mantra it has always known…
surely there is a light. surely there is hope.