I wrote this poem to describe the different voices that Satan takes in our culture to tell people who they should be. I got the ideas for each stanza from people that I've observed.
Voices
echo around her,
shrouding her mind,
telling her who she is:
"Incapable, misguided, and worthless."
Fears
hold her heart
dominating her thoughts
telling her who she is:
"Alone, silent, and unseen."
Pains
build walls around her,
closing her eyes,
telling her who she is:
"Tormented, broken, and hopeless."
Memories
wash over her,
sapping her strength,
telling her who she is:
"Imperfect, vulnerable, and lost."
God
whispers in her ear,
asking for her heart,
telling her who she is:
"Beautiful, loved, valuable, to die for, His daughter."
