Low Self Esteem is Hell

Rusty salty liquid running

In a rivulet toward the dark

Writhing forms of suspicious

Nature inspire a sudden spark

Of fear intense and driving

You, you’re the impressionable kind

Running from the revulsion

Running from your own mind

Thoughts you are certain

No one but you could be so low

As to entertain for even a moment

So you should be the one to go

To hell where you belong

No longer to stain the world

With your unpardonable presence

You wicked, impossible girl

Yet you cannot leave so you

Punish and purge and pray

For absolution that you don’t deserve

And search through one more day

To find a reason why you

Might not have to leave in fact

Why you might be more innocent

Than you supposed and in the final act

You learn that indeed you are

A child that the Lord created well

And for that reason alone you see,

You do not go to hell.

Kathy Adams