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.
"No-one will ever really accept you."
"You don't belong"
"What makes you think you can be forgiven?"
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