my own hells

I keep thinking thoughts I know aren’t true –

I just want to rest in you

you’re not waiting to hurt me to make me stronger. I am not your enemy, I am your daughter.

you’re not holding grudges and making me suffer

you’re not small or petty, but my thoughts aren’t well

I’ve wasted so much time striving and stressing when you were right there –

offering rays of heaven while I made my own hells