‘You are nothing,’
The voices whisper,
Creeping through the darkest corners of my mind –
I cannot shake free.
‘What makes you think you’re safe?’
‘What makes you think you’re saved?’
Doubts linger and guilt sinks deeper,
It’s then I search back in time,
It’s then I find my story;
You tossed my misery aside, once,
You made me beautiful, then,
And what You have cleansed,
Who can defile?
My story says I have been saved;
My story now, can save me yet again.
~ Ilana Reimer