don't give it a chance

it starts small.
harmless.
insignificant.

but it grows,
     as all living things do

it begins to take hold of
you:
     your value
     your voice
     your image
    
and it grows.
viciously.
like fire
  burning everything in sight

it takes
takes
takes
   rarely giving. 

and you feel lost and alone
empty and eaten
robbed and burnt.

so don't give it a chance.
don't let it speak
don't let it grab hold

shake it off
fight like hell
run
run
run

you are not trapped beyond rescue.
you are not a helpless case,
nor damaged goods.

you are not to far lost
for
   light
     joy
      hope

you aren't the only broken crayon.
the only _________
or the worst________

you
are loved,
precious and sacred.

Today, don't give it a chance to tell you otherwise.

love//elissa