Sometimes I feel like I'm not.
Not loved,
Not needed,
Not enough.
Others, I'm too.
Too loud,
Too clingy,
Too much.
But then I hear a whisper,
Telling me, I am.
I am loved.
I am needed.
I am enough.
And He continues to say,
You are my creation.
How could you be anything but beautiful to me?
I made you the way you are for a reason.
Fix your eyes on me,
I'll keep you steady.
YOU ARE READING
Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
