Fire

It's not the fire that kills you.
It's the smoke inhalation.
A creeping poison, slowly destroying the lungs.
Choking out the air.
not good enough...not attractive enough...not smart enough...not successful enough
The incessant drip of acid, burning all in its path.
Destroying life.
"No-one will ever really accept you."
"You don't belong"
"What makes you think you can be forgiven?"
Airways closing.
A gentle whisper courses through this broken body.
[I am] enough.

This post originally appeared as part of the Taonga Wesleyan Community Lent 2014 Gallery: In His Steps which you can find here