It feels as though I'm drowning in this darkness;
the latest apocalypse.
Need I try so hard to remember
this is only a moment of strife.
There is forgiveness in the hearts of those I hold close
even though my mind tricks me to believe otherwise:
that I am worthless
That. I. Am. Less.
I am hurt
and broken and battered and bruised.
I fail almost as many times as I try.
But I am precious.
And I am loved.
And I. Am. Worth. It.