After Shocks

Depression grabbed at my throat

and said,

    "you want to live -

     I want you dead".

He threw back his head

and

began to laugh,

then he took my life

and

tore it in half.

    "The balls in your court"

he said with a grin,

    "It's up to you which side

     will win".

He looked at my two halves and said

    "which half is living,

     which half is dead"?

     "Which is king of your life"?

he asked

     "What governs your future -

     your present or past"?

He rubbed his hands in

demonic glee -

at my obvious confusion

     "which one was me"?

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Could I salvage what's left?

Could I rebuild again -

what was still in the

ashes

of

guilt and of pain?

I straightened my shoulders,

looked him straight in the eyes,

    "I may be stupid, but God's

    made me wise".

I have the strength - needed to gain

New life - from death,

New hope - from pain.

Slowly he slunk away to

my door -

    "Just call me girl, if you need me

    some more"!