Written by Shayla D Smith
We all have a Demon.
Mine was a Woman.
I saw her for an instant
And then went back to sleep.
She looked ashamed,
But gave a smirk.
Thinking that she had won
As I winced in pain.
She pretended to be lovers.
She wanted to be Jesus ,prophets,
A singer, and Heavenly Father.
She tried to imitate the Spirit,
And at times called herself
Death and perdition.
She left me bound and broken,
But I Found myself crawling out of the darkness.
I called to my Heavenly Father for safety.
He took me in his arms.
From my worst place before,
Now a place of healing.
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