Not Today,Satan
When I think I have it all figured out and I am finding peace, the somber music starts to play. There from the darkest corner in my mind the devil waltzes in and disturbs any fertile thought of serenity I was sowing inside. The very same thing I drew distance from. The exact negative feeling I thought with prayer and good deeds I could be rid of. This looming darkness is always around. They swore with 100 hail Mary's and our fathers, all faith would wipe him out. I was wrong and that man in his dress gave me incorrect advice. Why sit in that box and claim to be all high and right? I can't chant this internal war away. Volunteer on Sunday with hopes charity will keep the wickedness stray. I have to create methodical weapons to control him, that keep it at bay. I woke up and chose to fight, gathered some thoughts and formed weapons made from faith. Not today, Satan, you can't have my good day. There have been so many hours I allowed you to take me just bent over, trousers lowered like my head. I allowed you to sit in my precious mind, controlling things I did, and I have in the past said. I promise you, your time on that throne of ruling me is over and dead. Get out of MY life. I remove your existence from my head. I will practice not participating in the havoc you create and dictate.
Copyright © Sierra Mazzucca | Year Posted 2023
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