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
