“My life has no meaning to God.”

You cannot argue with me that

“God has sympathy for my pain.”

Because at the end of the day

I loathe myself.

You see, I believed the lie that

His beauty and grace exist in me.

I need God Himself to show me

His kindness and

Hate cannot separate me from the truth of,

“I am created in the image of God”

Because no matter what

His Compassion cannot change my pain.

Looking at my reflection I question God asking if

“Am I a hopeless mess?”

Now, read this piece backwards.

“Am I a hopeless mess?”

Looking at my reflection I question God asking if

His Compassion cannot change my pain?

Because no matter what

“I am created in the image of God”

Hate cannot separate me from the truth of

His kindness and

I need God Himself to show me

His beauty and grace exist in me.

You see, I believed the lie that

I loathe myself.

Because at the end of the day

“God has sympathy for my pain.”

You cannot argue with me that

“My life has no meaning to God.”