STOP THE FEASTING

By Leota Brigida Harriman

inadequacy gnaws like cancer

eats your insides with its grinding teeth

leaves rough bleeding spaces

where despair and fear like to settle

leaving pain

and self-doubt

after chewing love's connective tissue out

repeat repeat

I am enough

I do enough, I'm good enough

grow back within me

miracle healing lay your hands on me

spirit

let me be worthy

stop the feasting on me