His Laughter Stops

I flutter open now-rested eyes

Once restless from The Night last night —

The long road back

The blood-stained fight

The Devil’s laugh

His autograph

The land mines of the Dark Divine

Exploding all around me

I felt cut in half

In perilous surroundings

Carved out

Wiped out —

Like I’d never make it through

Now I wonder, evenly –

Just who underestimated who?

Blinds are drawn but light shines through

My eyes are dry

But sharpened, too

I had my gaze Set last night

Thought I’d die

Still fought my fight

I saw His lies

His claims of “Mine”

I chose not to identify

And in that choice I realized

No one can steal what’s truly mine

Not the Devil or his stupid laugh

Not his ink or autograph

It is I who has a hold on me!

If I don’t let go

I’ll stay My Own

I’ll be free while seeds are sown

Cultivating greater Heart

Strength to not get torn apart

To tolerate the deepest pain

Help others with their suffering

I can say I made it through

And I wish the same for you

By battling the Blackest Night

I’ve made it to the Other Side…

 

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