Why do we say "Get behind me satan"? 

Then he will kick our heels and step on the back of our flip-flops. 

I'd rather do the kicking...

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Scared to look within

knowing not what I will find.

Ways I’ve sought

lies I’ve bought

all the damage left behind.

Shame and disgust surround me

Chained by hatred,

weighted

fettered.

I cannot move up from this ground.

Liar, faker, great pretender

the voices echo and resound.

“Who are you to try,

alone you cry

no one can help you now.”

Bound and bruised and weary

failed attempts, brokenness as far as eye can see.

Hope defeated

strength spent

waiting for death to take me.

Pinprick, light, blinding

Confusion, chaos, calm

My eyes were opened

enough to see

You were here all along.

Your love had never left me.

Eyes closed. shut. clamped.

The darkness I though friend.

A protection. Needed.

But wrong was I again.

It was darkness, fear that bound me

That didn’t want me to know

of how in love You sought me

not to scold, chide, correct.

I could not see Your gentle gaze, loving heart

eyes brimming with hope

for healing.

Ready for a restart.

What seemed like foe when I was blind

I must now journey into.

Eyes wide open,

Your hand I’ve chosen

as the weapon by my side.