The spirit whispers to me,
Talking of burdens of yore,
Carefully crafted, placed on my shoulders
to carry the blame of many a people.
I shout back, “am not Jesus!”
“The son of Joseph”.
I will not carry the sins of mankind
Everybody should carry their own cross.
I refuse this sacrifice.
Was it even a sacrifice or a burdening?
the darkness that this one carry,
preying on orphans
Through dog infested back alleys,
I’ve walked, oblivious of my predicament,
Drooling at the hunger, anger and lack,
A millipede’s walk on the floor of dunk forest,
No mercy, no goodness…nada,
I make a sprint for the exit,
Asking the devil,
How beautiful is it for him to carry his own machinations?
I stood up to the devil and spoke,
‘you’ve placed obstacles all over my path for many years…
…It is my turn to do the same to you.
To return all your obstacles to you and place them on your path’.
Satan died the next hour.
August 2020, confront your demons